The House of Broken Everything

The broken house where two hopeless souls are clashing.

Flowers dying in the front yard, wilting from the excruciating sun.

Spirits dance lively around them enticing the mourning souls.

Taunting them with love stories written just for fools.

Inside the home where turbulence plays an angry game of chess,

Are the objects of this disaster, this beautiful mess.

The creators of this demise.

So perfect were the days of yesteryear.

Simple in its bliss.

Honored by God, sealed with a kiss.

Where two parts met in the middle to be one.

Friendships and lovers did prevail.

Endless nights of bodies intertwined, forming infinity.

Holding each other ever so tightly.

Knowing each others deepest memories,

Most vulnerable weaknesses, and darkest thoughts.

Instilling faith but yielding only to one another's fears.

Decades later their ghosts haunts these halls.

Cobwebs cover photographs that still remain on

The broken house's crumbling plaster walls.

Each soul in dire straits reliving their mistakes,

Knowing one another they did fail.

He begins to scream so loudly the street vendors shake and shiver.

Her pain and agony heard from miles away,

Every waking morning, throughout the night and day.

Now they chase tomorrows that never come.

They chase bad dreams and broken promises.

For eternity they roam the house of broken everything.

Gripping the banisters,

Scaling the walls.

Floors buckling, plaster cracking.

Stairwells never ending, jagged iron rusted and bending.

Neighboring families hear their echos.

Tear drops falling from the sky,

Even God's angels are wondering why.

Rain beats upon the metallic tin roof,

The down pouring of pellets bouncing off the steel armour of the shields of the knights that protect this place.

Lightening strikes down visitors at it's mahogany wooden door.

"No entry," booms the thunder.

Creating a perfect combination of rips and tide.

Old spirits wander around this holy house of hell,

Cupid's arrows nowhere to hide,

They scurry from the danger lurking inside.

A broken house containing nothing but remnants of the past.

Placed in the center of the present but echoing its past.

Somewhere in the distance a ship's horn blows.

Marking time in a world that no body knows.

A modern day Romeo tries to lure his lover with a bouquet.

It's the darkness in her eyes you can guess what she will say.

A car alarm blars loudly.

Ambulances zip by alerting everyone in their path.

Voices from the house, conversating about daily tasks.

Never ending ranting coming from every inch,

every square foot.

Chaos fills the skies above,

Once were filled with pride and love.

Now anger and destitution pollute the air.

Air that surrounds the broken house of fools.

No more want and desire.

Just lust and greed replaces trust and need.

And, as if on cue, the walls begin to shake and rumble again.

And from the decaying streets,

You can hear

The husband bellowing out her name,

And with a sounding gust of wind and a demonic thump,

She responds with a piercing shrill,

"I am coming, dear!"

And then the daily repetition of their grind begins.

Neither succumbs, neither one wins.

And forevermore they dance and

They fight.

No matter which one is wrong or which one is right.

They continue throughout the day and the night, roaming the halls

In the Broken House of everything.