Empty rooms

When my home was new, nothing was askew, the whole world was bright

As time past, I assumed forever it would last, unwilling to see growing blight

But from abuse, a tile was loose, in the middle of the main walkway

Without respect, I did neglect, its maintanence I did betray

Although advised, it would be wise, to fix what was a defect

Procrastination, led to deterioration, that I did not expect

Finally the tile did peel, to below reveal, a chasm in the foundation

A cancer was the answer, a hole in the soul, was its causation

Grown inside, where for years it did hide, until now beyond repair

Unable to replace, such a familiar place, there is nothing like home anywhere

Memory; now a cemetary, for what was once a home bursting with hope and joy

All the while, overlooking a crack in the tile, alowing disregard my life to destroy

I failed to respect, what I was entrusted to protect, as owner of this home

Too old I am, to start over again, forever doomed through empty rooms to roam

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This feels all too familiar with me. Very relatable unfortunately. Relationships must be nurtured and constantly fed or worked on. With love and a little time one can stymie their slow erosion and fix issues before permanent damage occurs. A home is only as strong as its foundation. The same applies to the things we love. Nice work Soren

[Soren]

Thank you, Carlos for your review and wise words. I think most people have had some experience with this.

[Ashi written tale & poe..]

nice rhythm on fact you have written.

[John the Baptist]

I seem to detect an awareness of mortality in these lines. I have my own home upkeep problems, and sometimes I see my own struggle to stay upright in them.

[Soren]

All things must die, and all things must pass John. Thank you for your review and comments. Change and entropy are forces to be reckoned with.

[willweb]

Anything that we neglect sadly will soon crumble before our eyes. I really enjoyed the rhyme pattern of this piece; it is obvious this poem was not neglected.

[Soren]

Thank you, Willweb your review and comment was truly appreciated.

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderful poem and also a great metaphor for the failure to nurture things of value to us. Fabulous write Soren. Thank you and all best wishes.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you, Chris for your review and most kind words. You are so right; this was written with not only material things in mind but relationships.