“home”

My hallways they are empty,

My attic is a mess.

Nobody occupies my bedroom,

But what about the rest?

My kitchen smells of sadness

From pain that’s cooking on the stove.

You can search in every crevice but there is not an ounce of love.

This house is growing weary, not another storm it can withstand.

Somebody please demolish it, and put the rubble in my hands.