I am deserted like a broken house
left by owners now distressed
by angles and curvature not quite right
and colder shallows in the rooms
where gathers dust, memories and gloom
I am deserted

I am unloved like an abandoned home
where shadows play with light as friends
Above it all bleak memories suspend
and re-write a history that no-one reads
Within we bleed
and live unloved

I am a shattered light like a broken window
in a room no-one will visit
where once afternoon teas may have warmed
in softer, more forgiving times
Across the room an old clock chimes
its harbinger of doom
And I am shattered
I am shattered far too soon

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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4 Responses to Deserted

  1. thankfulgirl20 says:

    I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for sharing Helen! 🙂

  2. Very nice. I could feel the past glory.

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