The small house on the rock ledge hill sits all alone,
seems no one lives there,
that house is crumbling in plain sight,
but no one seems to care,
once that house, though small, was strong,
but facing the worlds endless ware and tear,
turned out to be more than that lone house could bare,
that house crashed to the ground with a silent sound
for not a soul was there to hear,
her cries of pain were not heard,
nor were her cries of heartbreak and fear.....
Comments
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great write...it's sad
but you write well
nice metaphor
thanks for the comments
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Sad and clearly shows that once there was a lot of love. Great write keep writing best therapy.
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Wonderful wrte! I too love old buildings and each one tells its own story in its own unique way. Excellent...mal
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Excellent work here
I love to see old places and yet when I do I see a story of many years left behind .Great write here
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