#WritcoPoemChallenge
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house
with lots of remains of dead mice and mouse
lots of darkness, hidden in the Sun -stuck windows
lots of dark memories hidden behind the glass mirrors
lots of tales, lots of struggles, engraved as Mark's on the walls
full of animations, but full of emptiness, a small yet big enough hall
The door, was still the same
singing the old music , following the weaving window panes
the grass in the lawn
the tine hole to watch the sun die in the dawn
the tine lines of blood that destiny for me had 35 years ago drawn
the pages of life that the evils had torn
the house is a mess
a tiny, ripped apart old dress
but still having the glow
indicating the past glorious flow