#WritcoPoemChallenge
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house,
a memory, my whole childhood,
slowly Im drifting lost in time.
Memories surround me, crashing like roaring waves, mischievous grin peeking through my face. Aloud I laugh, from all the stories these walls lived with me.
Every mark, a tale is told about my past inside this house.
Blood stained floors.....
the pattern is still the same, carved on the staircase is my name. Running my fingers over each letter, I cry.
Still lost in time, where I started, I want it to end.
So I tied the rope and put the other end around my neck,
Home sweet home.