The house shivers and sighs, naked bones exposed.
Groaning against gentle breezes, wishing to collapse,
but the skeleton stubbornly holds.
Sunken eyes devoid
of life stare out, judging the
world who so cruelly neglected intended purpose.
White picket fence, the last defense from
decay, remains locked tight,
taunting passersby’s with KEEP OUT
-as if anyone wants to COME IN.
But, the weary WELCOME mat still invites
us in . . . if we triple-dog-dare
to know the ghost of who you once could be.