Old shack on unkempt grounds
Weeds, wild daisies surround
Planks grayed, broken, damaged.
Door askance as if left in hurry.
Walk inside takes risk to safety.
Windows mirror the brokenness.
Lonely continuity room to room.
Dust catches in coughing throat
No furniture remains in place
except old blue, broken couch.
Looks as if thirty years or older
Difficult to believe once lived-in.
Walk room to room no life signs.
Leave with deep inhale fresh air
Sad abandonment is its name.
Address once 1903 Blossom Lane
Other houses on street in hiding
Trample many weeds to escape.
Once a dream, now, abandoned.