An empty house lives in me.
Morbid, maudlin musings
of my muddled mind
filter through its sheer curtains

A lonely house lives in me
Sheer isolation and desperation
Delude
Its only occupant

A Bruised house lives in me
The wounds and scars
of past attacks
mar its facade

A tormented house lives in me
Betrayed, cheated,
discarded, disillusioned,
It waits for doom’s day.

By ~ Sulekha