Forgotten Home


In every corners of this room

fleets back memories of my own doom

I watched my hope diminishing

together with its paints slowly fading

Behind these walls made of concrete

the rusting steels that supports my nightmare

like a shock of a blow

bearing the brunt of the frailties i confounded upon

Beneath the ceiling’s sheaths

shelters the anguish and the evanescent cause

the strength i saved

slowly impairing with the nails which has been suspended

Over the floors of this room

Is a foundation of an anonymous story

in which have moistened the irksome past

And as the past dominated this home..

the strength of the studs durability of the walls

joists and the rafters..

All lost the foundation that it was built for


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