C.R.U.M.B.L.E.D...

its before me -in ruins-

the pieces of what i am.

broken, pallid and fondled,

it slumbers in washed moonlight.

like a mishap, its haunted

by ghosts of nostalgia.

it stands before me -in pain-

My Crumbled House...

its before me -in luminescence-

the stabs of the "had to".

its the gallows of austere

tinted with the hues of groans.

the high soothing of regret

creaking like unnerved crickets.

it stands forth me -in despair-

My Crumbled Refuge...

its before me -broken-

the plasters exposed.

the hinges, on last of their worth,

holding the naked doors.

the skeleton exposed to shame

the sullen skin uprooted.

it still stands for me -in nudity-

MY CRUMBLED HOME...