Through broken panes a winter wind whispers
Of a past that’s long forgotten.
Crumbling steps and with winding vines
And leaves strew about the floor.
Hinges hang in awkward lines
Where paint has long since faded away.
A road barely visible among the forest floor
Leads to an empty home
Abandoned and forgotten.
Walls left only with memories
Of warm and roaring fires,
Parties late into the night,
Of joys and tears,
Of baby feet slapping on the floor,
Of lovers warm embraces after a separation,
Of struggles to survive the harsh winter months,
Of last breathes hushed into the night,
The smell of many meals singed into the wood
That no longer holds a purpose.
A home let uninhabited
Ceases to be a home
And weeps at its abandon.
Each wall sighs and bows with sadness
At the emptiness inside.
Longing for the day to have a home to hold.
This house will wait forever
Or until forever comes
To be filled with once again
A home in need of love.
Inspiration can stir me in a moment. There was just something about this abandoned building that inspired this poem. I just stumbled upon this building while hiking in Vermont and it wouldn’t leave my mind until I wrote this poem down.
What inspires you?