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May 2017
The house
stands open to the weather.
Walls cracked;
roof collapsing
A mildewed teddy bear
moulders
in the crumbling fireplace.

Woodwormed floorboards;
rotting stairs.
Glass in the windows
shattered
like broken dreams
and everywhere
the sour smell
of regret
and lost ambition.

10th February 2017
No idea what to call this.  Any offers welcome.  For this posting I also changed to regret in the penultimate line instead of decay.  I wonder if this is better?
Garry
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Garry  55/M/UK
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