A House of Bones

These days my home is but a house built of bones,

an empty hole

where you and I were meant to be

but now it's naught

but loneliness and agony

And my chest is but a hole

plenty of bones built around a heart

where you were meant to be

but now it's naught

but sorrow

and anxiety

Coming home has become an agony

 

 

. m e l o d y .

Done