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THE GUTTED HOUSE: a house with out faith
Contributed by
Adelle
on
Sunday, 11th June 2006 @ 04:15:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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once passing through there
with music ringing in my ear
country home colors spreading through out
this much lived in house...
There was a man who distanced himself away
from a home that would fall apart someday
yet once a little girl
there, I felt a safe and secure world
in the heart and voice so strong
echoing from the music room, my other mom
carrying on with much faith
love echoed through out the walls that day
stories to tell
of a family lived well
now years later
a house gutted, dark and grey
for it reflects a slow and painful death
underneath the rich colored walls that
deteriorated in a broken down love
“he said, she said” he checked out she sobbed
he was a man living there from day to day
in his own world non existent to her pain
a house un-cared for
though the house did last long in richness and color
when she let her faith uphold her
but now this house reflects
neglect sorrow and bitterness
with walls dark and cold
and broken drafts coming through the broken windows
for the souls of life
there, had long died
and now the smells and sounds of rats
and sights of swarming roaches reflects
this gutted house of emptiness
yet I reflect on the memory of music in my ears
my heart soaked
in a flood of tears broke
to the core of my heart
no more can I bare this disaster
I must leave, shut the door
walk away from the memories that there poured
sad this is he abandoned her heart broke it to pieces
when her vision of the perfect happiness
shattered because God didn’t answer her prayers
after years and years of faith
she was destined to be shattered in her pain
giving up on their home
soon to be abandoned, left alone
she once held this home together
hiding the pains and neglect that existed there
now, a home, a family in despair
the home they had there
now belongs to the roaches and rats
ramping around inside, front and back
where the memories of children use to laugh
once a little girl there, now a grown woman looking back
looking in at the house I used to play at
now dark grey and gutted
like this, I am to never let down on my faith
it would only leave little remains
of a house of bitter cold, dark, frames of grey
for this is what a house is with out faith
Copyright ©
Adelle
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2006-06-11 04:15:48]
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Re: THE GUTTED HOUSE: a house with out faith
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by shelby on
Sunday, 11th June 2006 @ 03:08:16 PM AEST
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This set me back on my chair! I felt your emotions and saw each inch and went through bittersweet memories with you. This hit home to me of a home that fell apart and the family now gone, oh my how this hit me.
It left me with a tear sliding down my cheek.
This is a deep from the soul heartfelt write that touched me to the core! Nicely done! Those memories are some of the most painful ones. Keep hearing the sweet sounds of laughter and music and see in your mind the house in its beauty.
Hugsssssss
Michelle |
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Re: THE GUTTED HOUSE: a house with out faith
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by bronzen on
Sunday, 11th June 2006 @ 04:29:07 PM AEST
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| i felt this write nicely written i enjoyed reading |
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