House Of Infamy

I don't understand this poem.Please make me understand.

Your comment is the most beautiful thing.

THAT'S WHAT THE WRITING PROCESS IS ABOUT! Fuck yeah!

I so want to play because I like this one.

I once was a happy home

(A happy home speaks of light, love, comfort. A home is a place in which you live your life. And this one was full. You were full.)

Now I'm a sad,empty,little house
(A house is not a home. A house is that place with breathing dust and dark silences in every corner. A place as much a prison as a haven.)

Nobody lives inside me
(because you're dead inside)
Nobody ever visits

There were pretty flowers all around me
(because when you have a home, you maintain it, right. You tend the gardens, mow the lawn, you care... because there's something inside to care about)
They all died
(Neglecting the outside because there's nothing worth caring about on the inside.)

My roof leaks
Windows are shattered
The door is the only thing still...
intact
(And in spite of it all, in spite of the wreck that is you, you don't open the door.)

I could use some paint
(A new skin, a new life, a new chance to be home to yourself and have light peek through the newly installed windows.)



How'd I do?


B

Wow Betty.Right on the money.You gave these empty words so much meaning and depth.Thank you

Anytime. Love your style.