Gone Away
Everyone Has Gone Away
Gone, whispers the peeling wallpaper.
The walls have rotted away by the pursuit
Of rainwater and the undeniable dispute
Between termites and water vapor.
Empty, groans the creaking floorboard.
Each silent noise is magnified,
Taken apart and amplified.
Marking each note of the explored.
They have all left the mansion,
Onto better lives, better places,
New societies to bless with their graces.
They have all gone away.
Alone, squeaks the rusting metal,
Each brush of the wind sending
Every chandelier turning and bending,
As if mocking a light petal.
Hollow, declares the decaying frames
Of all the windows and doors;
The glass is broken and sore,
The wood charred from old flames.
They have all abandoned this house,
No intention of returning
To fulfill past’s bitter yearning.
They have all gone away.
Absent, clamors the fracturing supports.
Each riving wooden beam
Seeming to tear apart at the seam.
And yet it never falls, only distorts.
Abandoned, roars the violent storms
That causes the world to shiver
And upturns the rivers.
In this, the weather performs.
Gone, gone away, sighs the softening sky
As dark night descends and scatters
Those who would not shatter,
Would not abuse or bruise
The splintering walls and once crowded halls,
The grimy window panes,
Or the roof that speaks when it rains.
Everyone has gone away.
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