Old Houses Speak

Old houses speak

Dark secrets they leak

Storm weathered

Never settled

Full of cracks and creaks

Antic furniture exposed

Wear and tear from past souls

Resembled ghost in white sheets

Laughter and movement

Once known now abandoned

Vacant and alone

 Years of neglect is all that’s shown

The occupancy of life long gone

Pane- less windows

Like eyeless souls

Let in only darkness dampness

Mildew and cold

A door once accustomed of permitting things in

Now warns to keep out

Refusing its hospitality to extend

By chance you pass ones way

Or turn there in

Its rickety corridors try not to disturb

Or its vestiges offend

For old houses are sensitive

To the vibes we send

Old houses speak