My House Poem by Kiran Prasad

I walk around the house
The dust gathers, invading
The creeks in my sole

The walls are endless
Broken spaces
I rush around to find succor

Every room has a tale to tell
Every corner a secret behold
I search the house to find the key.

Where is the home that I seek
A family complete,
I dust the panes, I still cant see.

It weathered through rain and shine
Sheltering four decades of history.
I embrace the beam, it crumbles under me

I wish to return, the spirit and harmony
Borrowed years ago, as I jumped off the window
But there is no one, no one to receive.