Dark mountains flash in front of my eyes as most <br />of the blue disappears from the sky's. <br />Then winter burrows itself into my brain as the dismal <br />cold days return again. The drab November where there <br />are only wind falls to reap, all is but faded as the garden <br />goes to sleep <br />The Christmas candle shows not a light in the hall and the <br />bows are not decked, there is nothing at all. No Christmas <br />Tree with the fairy folly, no misletoe and sprigs of holly. <br />Junk mail scattered all over the floor with weeds and ivy <br />growing up the front door. <br />I can remember the Christmases and the new years but <br />those were the days without any fears. Children laughing <br />and Auld Lang Syne, everything was perfect and so divine. <br />I will hang on to my memories as the cold bites in, just <br />praying for the day for a family to have within. <br />No one comes and no ones views, what of my hopes <br />just deverstation and blues. I am lost to the world with <br />no comfort of home, I am just a house forgotten and alone.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-house-called-lonely-part-2-the-sequel/
