Every wall, every painting, left behind.
Carrying the weight of memories, never mine
Rusted and left confined,
A reliable listener of time.
Underneath the smiling faces and oak frames,
Spending eternity and holding days,
Holding in weight, holding wood, holding in space,
Even after failing,wasn’t shown grace
Among grief and glee, delight and despair,
Through faith and fear,
Held a memory falling apart, near,
Only to be left with a wall to stare.
Bent more each passing year,
Burdened by the weight of voices lingering near.
Present in the past, present in the future,
Present in the present, waiting for the rupture.
The day it failed, it fell over,
Crushed the glass, game over.
Bathed in rust and bent to dust,
Eliminated with care, time couldn’t build trust.