The House

There is a street that might catch ones eye
Beautiful houses
Only the best
The ones who took money from all the rest
But way behind
Obscured by bushes and brambles
There is one house
Lonely and beaten
A forgotten Victorian
If you listened closely you could hear it’s cries

Foundation had too many cracks
Clinging to living since a long way back
Stubborn to the core
But after so long
It was no longer strong
There was nothing to live for
Surrounded by betrayal
All those houses were able
To stomp it down
Those humans too
Who would think
That it was a fixer upper
All others did
Yet those snobs would never do the job

So for forty years it stood tall
But knowing soon that it would fall
It was so torn
It could not take one more storm
But time, that horrific demon, still passed
Falling more everyday
Praying for rescuers
But knowing that it wouldn’t help this horrible nightmare
An awful sight
Ashamed it so

When a thunderstorm came
Ridding it of its shame
It burst into vibrant flames
Never able to say goodbye
To the nothing that it had when it died
Further crushing its pride
Even its former friends
Did not notice the absence on the dead end

Reviews

[Just Kim]

This is a really good write, I really enjoyed this piece

[Mark]

Great poem and good use of rhyming couplets, a great description of the life of a house embedded into the poem, you have the great poetic skill.