The House

The House

The house,
Dark, empty.
Barren.
Empty and lonesome.

The bed in the house.
Empty and cold.
No one to share it.
No one to warm it.

The person, in the bed, in the house.
Alone, scared.
No one to comfort,
No silent whispers of
"Shh....it's Okay."
Just the person,
In the bed,
In the house,
Alone.

Poem by bitchin25

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