Forelorn

Desolate and still.

Like an old house,

Unoccupied.

Floor boards creak as the cold comes in.

No one hears the lonesomeness.

There is no warmth in absence.

Burn it to the ground.

It's better off not existing.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Is this a description of a desolate soul, using the old house as a metaphor? The last stanza is unsettling.

[ImOK]

It’s written from the perspective of a person feeling undeserving of love. Like an old house no one wants to inhabit. The most warmth it will ever feel is in its destruction meaning both with flames but also figuratively. When the person finally dies people might realize they are gone and miss them. They might feel the absence of the house and come to wish it was still there. Recently I experienced trauma and it feels empty, like people look at you weird and don’t want to talk to you. In the night I hear my house creak and I feel as empty and lonely as it does.