Vote

In a home of truth ne’er told, Trod upon in days of old, Lye in aura cold Of the walls perspiring dew. Known of it's dwelling by a latter few. Forever passed From man-to-man- But never known, The true owner Of the Land.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

IndustrialDeath

21 / M / North Carolina

For You?

Written by

IndustrialDeath

21 / M / North Carolina

Published: Apr 29, 2018
Time: 1m

Notes: "Once there is a death in a home, it can never be bought or sold again."
- I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell IndustrialDeath how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write