That House on the Lake

That House on the Lake

A Poem by Nameless
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i don't recall writing this...i dug it up a couple days ago. Im assuming from a couple months ago but it baffled my mind so i thought i'd add it lol

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How can you go on when the only person you lived for turns their back on you and runs away?

How can you live when the only thing keeping you alive was that person?-dead to you


You can't.


So you sit and mourn and run and hide

From the things that scare you most.

But they always find a way back to you and when they do,

You try and face them fearlessly with the courage of those brave people in the movies.

And when you fail, you know you were wrong.

They are all wrong.


That house with the lake and the half broken dock becomes your home.

Without it, 

Your insides feel hopeless-

You feel hopeless


And one day when that house will burn down and that dock will have broke,

You will go see it, expecting your worries to be freed through the smoke of the fire in the fire pit,

And dropped in the lake to be carried away in the waves;

But what will remain is a burnt dream and screams of the souls abandoned in it.


Like yours.


No more will that house be a home for your aching soul.

No more will that dock be the only barrier between your living body

And your dead heart.

But you will have to continue on 


Without anything-

Without anyone.


And the memories will haunt you

Of the days when you would visit that house with the only person who carried your happiness,

And the wonder and awe of love.

When a thunderstorm hit and tore away the bond.

Carried away the shelter in the viral winds.


And now here you are.

Now here you are.

© 2010 Nameless


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Nameless
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