If I had a home, now empty and cold,
Its rooms echo silence, stories untold,
Gone are the days when laughter would mold,
A place of belonging, now memories fold.
Shadows dance on walls, where warmth used to hold,
Whispers of laughter, in corridors bold,
Echoes of love, like a tale that's been sold,
If I had a home, its sorrow unfolds.
The creaking floorboards, a melancholy song,
Windows cracked with time, where dreams once thronged,
Emptiness lingers, like a heart that's been wronged,
If I had a home, in sadness, I'm drawn.
Faded photographs, reminders of the past,
Aching for a time that didn't fly by so fast,
Wishing for a home that forever would last,
If I had a home, its memories would amass.
YOU ARE READING
Sorrowful days
PoetryFirst time making a poem book(if that is what they call it)... So you may like it or may not.. It's alright! Just doing my best on poems! It's practically like a story! But with poems! (I write really short poems) :)
