Empty House

The structure is creaking from the wind drifting by

No one is home

No one’s alive

An overgrown garden entangled with vines

Reaching for something it will never find

Alone in this empty house

Alone in this empty mind

Hoping to hold

Hoping to find

Not knowing what’s real

Or how to feel

The shadows engulf the eternal sphere

The silence is upon us

The silence is loud

It will never be broken

Not by me

Not by you

Not by it

He says you get used to the silence

But the silence gets used to you

Alone in this empty house

An overgrown garden entangled with vines

No one is home

No one’s alive

The silence is upon us

This poem is about: 
Me

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