Abandoned
Chipped paint surrounds an unkempt house
untouched grass slowly sways in the chilling wind
dark silence of night surrounds me.
The faded red door creeks open as I
step into a dense heat suffocating my lungs.
Empty furniture and portraits paint the room,
a story once told
is left behind.
Masked by thick layers of dust and cobwebs hiding their inner splendor
water from a rusty faucet slowly drips towards the ground
seeping into the disintegrating wooden floor
leaving a musty odor in the air
painted sunlight fills the room as it makes its way towards the sky
it reveals one more hidden secret.
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