This house in which I reside
Is haunted by a thousand ghosts
Ghosts of past residents
And passersby alike
Those that left it hollow
Alone and cold
I can still feel the shakes
The internal groaning
Whenever one of the previous tenants
(Or “old friends”)
Pass down the street
(Or even a block away for that matter)
I can still see how everything shuts down
Foundation swaying
Pipes bursting
Roof crumbling
It makes me furious
To know that those
Who were once so close
Just packed and left
All those friends that stopped by
For a "hello"
A "hi"
Or even a visit
Have all turned tail and run
Though they don’t mind
Returning and passing by
To throw eggs at a window
In jest
Sometimes bricks
In hopes of shattering a glass pane
They set the mailbox ablaze
(And on the boldest of days)
Paint nasty things on the siding
They had a great chance
And they walked out
Now I’m here
I’m here with little furniture
I survive winter without the heat
I sleep on the floor
Listen as my footsteps
Create haunting echoes
Of those before me
I sit here and know
Every time it shifts
Every time a pipe breaks
Every time it feels the walls may come down
That it still holds on to those
Who hurt it the most
And I know
That I’ll never be enough
To fix all the damages done before me
But no matter what
It’s my home
I love it and will protect it
With all that I am
And all that I cannot be