No One Home Poem by Josh Alfred

No drapery, no lamps
Dusty windows, cramps
Broken China scattered
On blank wooden floors.
Box remains in dry attic.
No beds, but webs,
No tables, no chairs,
Home left, no servants
Vacant rooms, no visitors
Empty patio,
Garden dead, grass grown high,
Silent stairs, and no hearing ears.
As all those years passed
Without any cares amassed.
No children voicing joys.
No flowers, no toys.
Gone, all gone, vanished.
Even the ghosts have been banished.