Derelict

By D Marie

Thu, 25 Sep 2025
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Since they last left me,

my windows have lost their shine,

dimmed by my lonely interior.

To think they called me 'home'.

I crumble at the thought..

 

I once had a roof with a smoking chimney.

My walls absorbed the breath of those I sheltered.

Through them, I came to life.

Still, I hear footsteps

creaking the floorboards..

 

While, from the outside - an unloved ruin,

I rebuild bricks of memories,

opening the door to my heart.

Come in

my love's..

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

It's good you do have good memories, but hard. I remember being concerned about my widowed mother when she had welcomed us back for a holiday and then we had left, and all was suddenly very quiet. But she did have a good friend just over the road. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by D Marie on

I'm glad your mum had a friend close by to keep her company. Life is hard, for sure.

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Your poem reminds me of how important it is to revive old houses.

Our house is dated back to 1909 and has stood the test of time, through wars and other changes in the world. I wonder if houses today will still be around hundreds of years in the future.

An inspiring poem I enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

A man is like a wooden plank floor - if you nail him properly in the beginning you can walk over him for the rest of your life.

Cheers! Good luck! Tom