13 March 2013
The pieces of a crumbling ruin
Tumbling down to a field of grass
Pebbles and rocks, a shadow of hail
Splintered wood and shattered glass
A gradual collapse of weathered walls
A forgotten house where no one roams
Fading fast like a tired dream
With memories down darkened halls
Absent of voice or calls of home
Only crumbling rocks and falling stone
Decrepit wood and blowing winds
That groan in silence all alone
Lost, abandoned and dying slow
It's beauty mirrored by broken glass
This wasted home now left to memory
Tumbling down to a field of grass.
A Broken Home • Opuss № I