Wednesday, August 7, 2019

The Ruins of a House



I found the ruins of a house which
had been swallowed by the woods
where only faith remained
and maybe, not even that.

This old home was tattered and torn
worn-out and holy and whispers of old hymns
could almost be heard

Death, 
o Death...
where was that song sung?

And while I sat
embracing the dark and
listening for unheard melodies,
the night poured out and grew full
upon the forest 
and the ruins
and me

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