Remnant of the Broken Past
(210 Mason Court)
And I become aware of the musty odor lingering
in the shadowed room;
The bare pieces of scant furniture being eclipsed
by the somber dimness of the stale shadows.
I am before a smudged window-
various prints proclaiming their past
Threadbare curtains-once of flowering color-
hang...testimony of the proceeding.
The dull glow of the sun hangs precariously
above the pecans and pines.
Night steals forward from the east,
quickly enveloping the household.
I stand, hands clenched behind behind my back,
and sadly look around at the unkempt room-
the dust and the cobwebs
collecting and collecting.
And the years of strain are telling their tale on my face.
---But the ones outside go on unseeing, unfeeling...
And I am here.