The barren house Broken Beautiful The old man walked In the Debris The record player Broken Beautiful “I remember” he whispered Memories swirled like illustrious pearls Bathed in flames The house creaked Broken yet Beautiful as the wind howled like demonic wolves to the moon The old man whispered “I remember” Engulfed in flames He was Broken His memories were Beautiful
This Poem was one of my first, based off a short story I wrote which i seem to have lost. It's dated January 8th 2014.