A Forgotten Home

Tragic toys lay on the floor
Their dismal faces starring,
Cracked and crumbling life no more
Their playful life is ending.
Rocking chair rocks no longer
Webs imbedded within the cracks,
Walls standing drab and somber,
Dust clinging to books in stacks.
Cradle cold and forgotten
Nothing left but memories,
The air is thick and rotten,
A house full of tragedies.
This house standing gravely alone
Echoes of life turned to stone.

Reviews

[Adam Latham]

I'm terrible at reviewing other people's work, Arun, but I've got to tell you that I really love this poem. There is an air of mystery to your piece that is totally my cup of tea. And I love those first four lines that draw you in...well done. Great stuff.

[**Arun**]

Aww thank you! Really means a lot. First time trying out structured poems 😊