Empty

Once bright walls adorned with pictures
Blank and white
No tables, no chairs
No books, no movies
No blankets, no pillows
Stuffed animals a mere memory
CDs, candles, plants, tablecloths, rugs
The house is gutted and empty

This is not my home

I wander
Ghosts of a past life drift along with me
Searching for me
My ghost
But I am changed

This is not me

Reviews

[alexlessah]

i agree well done

[Kyla H]

Hmm, theres a certain sense to your writing. I can't place my finger on it, anyway- well done.