Poetry

A House of Dust

A house of dust — on dusty ground
Lies vacant — and forlorn —
The windows stare — like empty eyes
The door ajar — a mournful sigh

The wind that wanders — whispers low
Of memories that once did glow
But now the dust — of years gone by
Lies thick and heavy — on the floor to lie

The silence is — a heavy chain
That binds the heart — in sorrow's pain
And though the sun — may shine so bright
It cannot light — the endless night.

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Beautiful poem. The sadness is felt, yet I hope the endless night will end.

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A beautiful image of sadness in this poem