the hinges are tight and the
door won't open.
the windows are all broken,
open to unwanted drafts.

years of paint has peeled and
has long faded away.
morning dew creeps in before
rays of sun evaporates it.

the walls are hollow and are
about to decay.
the once strong foundation
has slowly chipped away.

nobody comes by anymore
to chat of worldly things.
the identification has been
altered and lost forever.