My Quaint Country Home

Some things stick in your mind, lurking darkly for years even.

My Quaint Country Home

Oh, such a quaint country home:

so quiet and beautiful, it rests

so darkly painted -chipping- the wood

utters creaks and whispers under

the black shadows of

walnut and elm; so beautiful

so quiet (but why the padlock):

all hardwood for floors, such a shame

all the cigarette butts, ground down,

dark smears on the wood; such a shame

these stains of beer, God knows

what all else we will find

hidden away; so quiet

so quaint, beautiful still:

gone the criminals, from before

gone their children, so quiet

(why the padlock - why the padlock)

and lovely a place, to raise children;

so hidden away; so quiet

and beautiful, so beautifully

painted, little blue - little pink

hands pressed on the wall,

beautiful cedar crib, tipped over

on its side. Such a lovely room: quaint

this room (the padlock). Quiet.

MaggotsX @ 07.04.2022

Author's Note

Any reviews would be greatly appreciated.