The Abandoned Home
I stand alone in the middle of nowhere.
I am an abandoned home. I stand where the shadow overshadows during
The day and all you hear are the creeks of the old wood that has not been repaired
For over 20 years.
I remember when the children used to live here. They brought me much joy
With their numerous drama and antics.
However, everything changed when the mother died.
Nothing was ever the same after that.
My owner grew distant and pulled away from his children.
Then one by one they grew up away from him and they never visited again.
My owner then died many years later and I still stand here.
As an old abandoned home, where the darkness now lives and the red shutters of
The windows are pierced with sadness and the night overflows with the sound of the
Howling wind.
