Abandoned home
Brick by brick
Each brick covered with my ancestors fingerprints
Windows stained with pain because it reflects my true color
Pictures still hanging up on the wall
holding a thousand words but they don’t know how to hold a conversation
Closet still full of skeletons and the ones that couldn’t fit were placed in the attic
The basement is full of dusty dreams that couldn’t be turned into reality
The guard rails on the stairs are loose
Just like me anytime someone try’s to lean on me for support because I can barely support myself
I am just like this abandoned house
Leaving me to ask the question
How did I get like this?
I was not built alone
But I was left with no tools to keep up the maintenance on this abandoned body that my soul calls home