BeeCrest
03-18-2008, 03:57 AM
The sidewalk wasn't
going to crumble
for some time,
so I approached steps
growing into a house.
Earth to each side
was dry of my
bodily fluids that had
evaporated long ago
without my permission.
The porch plants;
cold and weedy.
A neglected bike;
choked with rusty dust.
And the front door,
a chipped, wooden slab
that donned a sign.
It lacked the worth
required, for it
read: Welcome Home.
To be fair
I knocked anyways
while holding nostalgia
by it's tiny throat
along with my breath.
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Doubt I'll revise Part Two any time soon. I really don't like it. (Part Two that is. I'm ok with this first part).
going to crumble
for some time,
so I approached steps
growing into a house.
Earth to each side
was dry of my
bodily fluids that had
evaporated long ago
without my permission.
The porch plants;
cold and weedy.
A neglected bike;
choked with rusty dust.
And the front door,
a chipped, wooden slab
that donned a sign.
It lacked the worth
required, for it
read: Welcome Home.
To be fair
I knocked anyways
while holding nostalgia
by it's tiny throat
along with my breath.
-----
Doubt I'll revise Part Two any time soon. I really don't like it. (Part Two that is. I'm ok with this first part).