I call this mansion, not a home. For without <br />your love 'tis but a tomb. <br />I choke with every breath I take, as loneliness <br />engulfs each room. <br />~ <br />Here the memory of our love now (rests in peace) <br />within these walls, now bare. <br />Reminding me of you an I and our love that we <br />no longer share. <br />~ <br />Here within this tomb, where once our love filled <br />every room. I wander aimlessly down the halls <br />past, now barren walls. The only sound I hear; is <br />the echo of my lonely heart, that still wishes you <br />were near. <br />~ <br />I call this mansion, not a home. Without your love 'tis <br />but a tomb to me. Within this mortuary, 'tis where <br />I shalt dwell, in my living hell. All alone entombed <br />embracing only gloom, as I bid fair well - to thee... <br /> <br />*************************************************** <br />~TJW~<br /><br />Thad Wilk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-entombed/
