this property is condemned
don't come near- turn away...
i am poison, i am self-loathing
i am all the things that will decay
condemned, i told you-
they've sent me straight to hell
but not a single angel wept
the day we all knew that i fell
condemned and damned-
shamed to show my face
there is no fitful joy here-
just darkness in this place
the weeds and vines condemn it-
and the property is sold
though nobody thought to ask the owner--
she was never ever told.
Author notes
Written April 26th, 2005
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hmmm... interesting. the title made me think of Amityville [I just saw it last weekend... what a creepy movie!]
anyway... so in this poem, you consider yourself to be property? Or did I totally miss its meaning? -
hm.. it'd be scary for "her" who's living there... i hope nothing bad happens. good job with the poem.
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Good!
That was well written, good job!
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