Quite House
by Richard Maxfield
5-14-99
The house is quite, not a sound
memories haunt, and thought abound
no sound, of children at play
darkness of night, broken by day
lonely shadows, dance on the walls
inside each room, and down the halls
wafting scents, float through the air
hopeless feeling, of despair
ghost of yesterday, freely roam
inside this once, so happy home
haunting echoes, of nothing said
thoughtless selfishness, of love now dead
screaming pain, of words that kill
depressing emotions, are all I feel
aching loneliness, invades this place
love and happiness, not a trace
no more laughter, no love to share
truths of love, are not fair
sun rises and falls, with curtains drawn
victim of love, another life’s pawn
Birth sign: Gemini
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