The mind is a terrible place to live
Full of musty air
Brittle furniture
And a screen door riddled with holes

Draped along the crown molding
Rest moldy memories
The shadows of mistakes
And chipped paint from tempests long ago

The bedroom is where she lies
But not everywhere that she lied
Empty as before
And empty as it will always be

The hallway where the walls collapsed
Where the claustrophobia sets in
Where echoes once rang
Where silence now has lease

The mind is a terrible place to live
Full of wasted years
Padlocked rooms
And a basement where the darkness sleeps