desolation road

 
this house holds secrets
despite its blown out windows
no doors or locks
floorboards that refuse to creak
& a ceiling of brooding sky

but the wind howls through the halls
where memories drift
from wall to crumbling wall
untethered
but not free to depart

dust builds in corners
untouched
where thoughts once swirled
now fallen
listless & forgotten

fingers clutch a trembling match
as flame flickers in anticipation
determination wavers
turn it all to kindling...

or blow it out...

...and step back