Dead End Street

You can tell an old home 

By grazing its walls

Letting your fingertips absorb 

Stories of its withering past

Allow yourself close enough 

You’ll hear whispers

Feel knicks and dents 

Of homes laced

With a particular heaviness

Woven among wallpaper 

Permanently printed 

On fragile bluets 

And decorative trim

I can no longer stay

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

A very suitable ending. Don't feel the need to capitalize every line. If you're doing it with intent, that's one thing - but don't feel obligated. Anything goes, right? In poetry, anything goes. Good write.