An Abandoned Home

It hurts to be alone

In empty halls that echo

Only your thoughts

In bare corners, your dreams

Like glowing stars

scattered across a child's bedroom

Separated 

Between the limitless cracks 

Of the ceiling

Slowly fading from lack of light

with your desires

Building up

Like the stagnant dust that settles

On the floor 

Which was meant 

For the life of family feet

Isolation is such a selfish act

Where there is only you

The you they built

Here.

Without a choice

Like a house condemned

After it’s brief use

No longer the style of the time

left rotting, decaying

Left with the roaches

And maggots that slowly eat away

The memories

Of what this house

Once held.