This poem is a response to Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab prompt Home.
Walking around this empty place,
The one I called my home.
It somehow doesn’t feel the same,
This house I used to know.
These walls that used to keep us safe,
Right now they look so weak,
Crumbling away to nothingness,
As floorboards snap and creak.
This house I used to call my own,
That made me who I am today.
Now it serves no purpose here,
Just sits and waits as it decays.