Empty Rooms Poem by soren Barrett

When my home was new, nothing was askew, the whole world was bright
As time past, I assumed forever it would last, unwilling to see growing blight
But from abuse, a tile was loose, in the middle of the main walkway
Without respect, I did neglect, its maintanence I did betray
Although advised, it would be wise, to fix what was a defect
Procrastination, led to deterioration, that I did not expect
Finally the tile did peel, to below reveal, a chasm in the foundation
A cancer was the answer, a hole in the soul, was its causation
Grown inside, where for years it did hide, until now beyond repair
Unable to replace, such a familiar place, there is nothing like home anywhere
Memory; now a cemetary, for what was once a home bursting with hope and joy
All the while, overlooking a crack in the tile, alowing disregard my life to destroy
I failed to respect, what I was entrusted to protect, as owner of this home
Too old I am, to start over again, forever doomed through empty rooms to roam