The House of Sorrow

The House of Sorrow dwelt in gloom

Above a cheerful field

The mists of mourning pouring down

To where innocents kneeled.

 

The rooms of it were colorless

All joy and comfort fleeing

The halls were silent breathlessly

The dwellers walked unseeing.

 

Oh, what could kill a home like this

Once rich, where laughter spilt?

'Twas murdered from inside, I fear

The killer's name was Guilt.

 

That place, the House of Sorrow

Was haunted by the past

The happiness once found there

And the shadow that was cast.

 

Open the doors - it must be known!

What's done must now be told

Or this poor house will never live

Its future dark and cold.

 

11/29/1995