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The Empty House

A Woman's Contemplation

By Carolyn LinderPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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She sits and stares

As the dark creeps in

It chills the air,

And brushes her skin

The house is empty

Brought down to bare bones

She sits and stares

Broken and alone

The fire is low

The embers forgot

Like fallen leaves

bound to rot

She thinks of the people

Passing on the street

Day by day, walking by

But still, they never meet

She sees the sadness

She knows the pain

But still those strangers

Walk past again

Those people, she knows

Will continue on

They don't see though

How much they are alone

She sits and stares

Hearing creaks and cracks,

And stays in her chair

Letting the house relax

Her house is a tomb,

And she is a corpse

The same as those people

Twisted and warped.

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Carolyn Linder

My name is Carolyn. I'm 20 years old, and I'm a welder. I've always enjoyed writing. I like dark themes, and pretty much only write horror or gloomy stories.

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