The fallen leaves crunch like
Dry, brittle bones beneath the
Heavily booted feet that move
Toward groaning, sagging stairs
That lead to eerily empty rooms
With faded and peeling wallpaper;
Dust choked mantles stand guard
Over soot blackened fireplaces;
Furniture lies rotten and broken
Across the water damaged floors;
A letter yellowed by time lies
Torn and unfinished in a drawer;
Glass broken in over the years
Shines dully through the grime;
A broken doll lies in disarray,
Her arms and legs at odd angles,
Her face ravaged by the elements,
And blue eyes now clouded grey;
From the attic to the basement,
A mystery here resides with the
Ghosts of the past ever present.
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