Abandoned

By: Abe Sierra Jr.

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Sunbeams sneaking in through naked windows

     Lighting up a quiet empty room

 

                       (This house was once a home)

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The echoes of children running in the patio

Gradually fade

Like footprints on a shore

Washed away by rising tides

 

                     (This house was once a home)

 

Dinner table congregations

Now replaced by the sound

Of silence

Like a new religion

Substituting bygone ancient ceremonies

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                     (This house was once a home)

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A carpet of expired leaves

     Decorates the path to this deserted palace

 

                                              

                    (This house, this house was once a home)