Come On In...

Every single time the wind blows the house moans. It bends slightly lower. One day a strong gust or perhaps even a gentle breeze will whisper across the planks, rattle the panes and the whole structure will fall. Collapse on itself. Wood and metal, photos and memories tossed into a heap of rubble and anguish. And misplaced dreams. And circling hovering above it all will be a cloud. A heavy, suffocating storm of gritty particles. We will be blind as we stagger in. We will stum

I clutch my ears Cringing from the deafening silence. The blank emotion blasts a trumpet's horn. There was once hope and promise But it was not enough. That weak foundation Never treated Never built upon It splintered It tarnished With cracks And creaks. Tread carefully Walk gingerly And be mindful of where You place your steps. A hope A promise Once ignited a spark. A hope A promise Now an empty cavern Full of so much sadness. I enter sparingly. A hope A promise Was not enou