The winds <br />of Heaven <br /> <br />like God’s wrath <br /> <br />storm through <br />the abandoned house <br /> <br />fragile now <br />in its emptiness <br /> <br />only a shell <br /> <br />doors opened bang shut <br />in a gruff voice <br /> <br />a rag doll <br />huddled in a corner <br /> <br />tries to still <br />smile <br /> <br />a love letter <br />read in the wind’s sarcastic laughter <br /> <br />wanders through <br />room after room <br />like an old ghost <br /> <br />Spiders crawl <br />down sinks <br /> <br />batten down the hatches <br /> <br />something stinks <br /> <br />all the little <br />human touches <br /> <br />only look ridiculous <br /> <br />as all hell is let loose <br />on this stupid habitation <br /> <br />that still clings <br />to the word <br /> <br />home.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-word-home/
