Haunting the bad place in Mansion Lettinggo

the moistened stairs in the old mansion
had encouraged the mildew and moss
to grow into thick spongy carpet
once it was a stairway to  her heart

the mansion was getting old
the spirit within had departed
again, time after time through time
an adage heard repeated

misty eyes and choked mouth
tasting salt water where none exist
raining where no rain fell
washing the heart's furrowed cuts

she wandered in and out of rooms
where written poems and promises
hung askew on grey walls
decorated with gossamer cobwebs

touching each one and wondering
why and how it had gone away
without any divine gongs of goodbyes
just indifference and absolute silence

the little cuts on her heart's wall
were bleeding without mercy
at the halls ofMansion Lettingo
moving on was her only survival

his love were faded like twilight skies
cutting off ties far away apart
distant like a dream, within her waking
tears,  mounted within her heart forever

sorrows known ever familiar
smiling brightly moving ahead
gracefully walked on forward
living what dreams may come.



*this poem was entered in a competition here. thanks for reading*