Sunday, November 1, 2015

The House on the Corner

There's a house on the corner 
fighting not to be abandoned
But the residents inside are starting to dissipate in size
Every minute within it they feel they are losing what made them who they were

Its windows have slowly been fogging 
Causing the tenants to have difficulty seeing
the outside
The fog is blurring out everything
the only thing to be seen
being their own hell inside that house
Without a clear view they can't see into the distance nor
reflect on themselves

The door is starting to creek louder
every time it opens
It used to sound inviting
Hoping people would pop in without notice
Ready to showcase the passions past the surface of its porch
Inciting everyone to see what's inside
But now it's croaking
choking with force every instance it is swung aside
Ready to topple forward no longer able to stand up
against the weather coming towards it

The fence surrounding is starting to break formation
Ready to collapse under pressure
from the preventative measures taken
against certain animals stampeding inside the home
It used to be strong
could withhold an army of dark thoughts
with the security it gave off
Allowed those inside to focus their minds
on memories they relied on
Told them not to worry about painful memories
it'd fight them head on
But now these stampedes aren't letting bygones be bygones
They ride on hoping to take hold
of those creating a soul out of that home

The tenants living inside
are desperately trying
to patch it up to weather the stormy weather
They don't want it to die
They tether together pieces of wood 
Tethering together reasons to be alive
But every once in awhile a storm severs
everything they built up high
As if a house made out of bones
is now made of feathers
Delicate to even the mildest weather

There's a house on the corner of Cranial and Spinal Cord Drive
And they're desperate to survive 
Every part of them damaged beyond recognition
because someone thought they could be renovated with a drug addiction
     And now an SSRI is the only way
to let the wallpaper reflect the sunrise

     Their eyes are windows hoping to see a future for themselves
but with a blurry sight
they can only clearly see their own demise
     The frontal lobe is a door that won't articulate their thoughts any-more
hoping to one day be restored to a condition
where they can relay
their vision again
     The hippocampus a fence protecting the campus of happy memories
from interference of memories filled with sadness
and dread 
     The tenants paying rent are neurons protecting the house's head
but losing the fight to an external plight 
affecting the emotional steadiness
 they used to feel
 An external pill killing them
but depending on it still

There was a house on the corner 
And it knew some houses found a restoring force
in a capsules work 
But that was a renovation this house
found out it couldn't afford
without also giving up who they were 

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