The House Poem by John Calvin Cochrane

The House

Memories trapped deep
Thick layers
of cracked old
yellowed paint.

A spirited root now
fades through
a fracture ne’er seen
in once seamless
foundation.

Gripped
emotions feed
dark
rooms of my
mind.

Within doors
Thoughts captive
linger
creating
hallways of
pain.

No mask
by brush
will cover up
the
stains.

Nor
elapsed time
ever fully erase
the shadows
cast.

And ghosts hidden
in some layers
will forever haunt my
past.

John Cochrane