Fundamental Salvation

 

The peephole

To the front door

Is an eye of the damned.

 

Every window

In this house looks like

The charred flesh

Of an angel.

 

You would have seen

The walls bleeding

If they weren’t already a

Neglected red

 

That creaking sound

You hear

Is the screams of the attic

Being weighed down

By the haunting

Of bad memories.

 

Every cobweb

Strategically placed

Throughout the house

Are dreamless catchers

Making themselves

Feel at home.

 

The dust settled

On forgotten furniture

Caps of the symbolism

Of a home

Praying to its foundation

For a wrecking ball to come.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Marie]

A very deep poem...seems to draw a parallel between the condemned house and the dying mind...

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you Marie, I like the way you think.

[Lyn Anderson]

Very dark and foreboding, a departure for you.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you so much, I like showing my layers.

[LadyAnn68]

sounds like a home about to be condemned....where did this come from?

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you so much… not really sure, the words just flowed out of my pen and spilled onto the paper.

[LadyAnn68]

You are great...I can't wait to hear you this Friday!

[Jennie Baron]

Absolutely inspired. Insight into the wreckage of a mind that has been warped into thoughts of suicide or a death wish?

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Why thank you Jennie, appreciate the feedback.

[Rita L. Sev]

Haunted by the past, by painful memories... when it gets to be too much, that wrecking ball looks like a blessing... Powerful piece here, Dale.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you ever so kindly Rita.