moving on and on

i feel grief

i hate feeling grief
for a home
for walls
and floors
that only ever saw me suffer
only ever felt my tears and blood

but its always been there
the walls held me up
no matter how many times i hit them

and the floor cradled me
as it watched me
drown in my own rust

so i grieve
because never again will these walls and floors
lights and paint
doors and wood

never again will they see me
never again will i feel
their solid being

i hope to start the next home
with happier memories

but for now
i grieve for this home