That old house

So sad  to see

An empty old house

The gardens unshaven

Tired and grey.

The roof uplifted

The gutter loose

Hanging sad, forlorn

That feeling of dread.

So sad the house

That echoes empty

Where walls just weep

Devoid of love.

Window shutters; 

The eyes of pain

Partially open.

The porch deck creaks

With cob webs full.

So sad  the house

Neglected, silent

Only the door knocker

Booms down hallways sparse

Where kids once ran

Screaming in the dark.

Laughters echoed 

As sun streamed in.

Agony beckons

A house in ruins

The outside tap

Drips, deafening

The senses dead.

At the tree out back

A tyre swing once new

Below three tombstones

Grey over grown, weeds

Their history unknown.