footprints on the mud, he left behind
wrote the struggles of his journey
rain on him, dripping from his coat
eyes fixed on the house at the end of the road
with all the burdens on his mind
the truest lies he seeks to find

he enters, a creaking step
the house of his childhood or maybe nightmares
memories on the walls covered in dust
their family tree with his name crossed
its roots bleeding under his feet
its fallen leaves cry in anguish
“they failed you, my precious”
roses in a vase wilt upon his touch
they were his mother’s favorite
petals drowned from the...