The Mind's Mirror

A poem about a broken home

Image: Jordan González via Unsplash+

The home reflects your mind,
What shall you find?
Empty spaces filled,
Memories killed.

You dug our grave deep, 
Where sunlight couldn't reach,
Covered the proof, 
Stayed aloof. 

With eyes closed I see,
Wasn't meant to be,
Lost, never found,
Buried underground.

Here lies my dead past,
No stone to cast,
Life goes on,
Still withdrawn.

I hear their voices above,
With who they love,
Left all alone,
Faded headstone.

I live inside these bones,
Hollow secrets, hushed tones,
A living ghost,
Heartbroken most.

This house is a corpse, 
Filled with your stench, 
I clean everyday, 
Always stay. 

The home and mind broken,
Left as a token,
Birds don't sing,
Shattered wing.

Alone I walk these halls,
Cold air, heat falls,
A fading touch,
Broken crutch.

Start a new story now,
To the past disavow,
Revive your home,
Dusty tome.

This is the only choice,
To sacrifice my voice,
Stay quiet here,
Soaking fear.

A fresh start isn't easy,
Burn it down freely,
Cleanse my soul,
Made whole.

Do I have the strength?
Stay at arm's length,
Wrapped in cocoon,
Reborn soon.

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