PrecariousA Poem by boobalajcushionTake from it what you will.PrecariousEverything is used up and I am empty,Like a shabby shack left for a century.An uncertain roof shrouds a vacant space,Idle and drab, it's sort of a haggard place. Inside you wont find a fireplace of embers, Just dusty old coals of ifs, buts and faint remembrance. The discoloured carpet is threadbare and worn, Embroidery faded and the heavy curtains torn.The lifeless eyes in aged photographs stare through the gloom, Reminding you of the tarnished memories in the room. Cobwebs tickle the door frames weakly gesturing for laughter, But there is no humour in this dismal ever after. Rotten floorboards threaten with collapse, And sorrowful souls lay decayed in traps. A memoir of distant love grieves on the table - Wilting flowers from a time long ago are now frail. Shadows of doubt sweep across the lonely hall, And the cracked and stained windows are weeping from a storm. This fractured house is a home no more, A desolate plain crippled to the core.
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2 Reviews Added on August 2, 2017 Last Updated on August 2, 2017 Tags: poem, poetry, literature, life, memories, intoxicated, adolescence, teen, teenage, love, curious, questions, metaphors, metaphorical, beautiful, world, nature, crystals, society, psychology AuthorboobalajcushionBrisbane, Queensland, AustraliaAboutI'm a creative individual who typically starts something and wanders to the next project, leaving an unfinished trail of chaos behind myself. Hobbies in this area include literature, poetry, singing, .. more..Writing
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