Dwelling on things
Making a home amid those thoughts and
Slamming the door so many times
The sheetrock is cracked
And only the one hinge is holding barely together
Yard overgrown with weeds
Windows stuck shut from
Badly put-on coats of paint and rust
Cupboards near to barren
The spiders feasting from their webs within
More than others feast without from what was stocked
Once gladly and now expired and thrown away
Plumbing leaking as it crumbles away
Into the same dust that coats the rest in a thickening layover
Becoming what it covers
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