Forced Forgotten Home

Silence ran through the air,

through the blades of green

that had overtaken a longed-forgotten home,

filled with nothing

but the boards slammed against glassless frames,

and dust thick enough

to keep one warm through Winter.

Even on the brightest of nights,

where the moon dripped closer to the Earth,

there was nothing but the darkness,

that twirled and drowned out any sound.

Only the echos from deep inside,

vibrated through the stale space.

It was here the world expanded,

faster than the stray stars wished upon,

beyond the ragged wooden gates

and the dirt road,

that blended with nothing

but the desert.

The shadows that cling close to those walls

continued to grasp at the floor,

and pulled up any grounding

that would have made the home

salvageable for future use.

Against the torrid winds,

filled with sharp rocks

and heavy driftwood of mesquite trees,

that house still managed to stand

but

through a beautiful fallen board

the moonlight finally managed to

drip in

and

evaporate the old shadows of that home.