Ancilla L

Secrets.

Added 2022-02-10 05:07:38 +0000 UTC

The creepers that once grew outside on a vine,
have now invaded where was once marble,
and wild flowers grow without support,
where the blue vase she so loved once stood.
The paint on the walls has long crumbled,
and lizards take the place of laughing children,
the moist wood impregnated hangs from hinges.
Shattered glass has been so long in the soil,
that even the moss could cut through skin,
and where once lay the clean white linen,
there now is the home of a natural villain.
Outside there still stands the scholar's tree,
and each winter it does still blossom,
but no sunlight did ever go inside that home,
and there no warmth ever was borne.

There in that house half-way up the hill,
I cannot believe I once did live,
where now children are scared to go,
I once rested my head without a care.
A magic hut where only evil was made,
I watched each night a strange show,
while all the men were gone away to toil,
strange men would come, strange men would go.
And when one broke the blue vase she loved,
with fear and with a little tube of hard glue,
I sat alone and put it all back together.
When the doorbell rang unannounced,
I went to answer running stories in my head,
and pretended to the inquisitive visitors,
that no one was ever really home.

No one ever asked my cooperation,
but cement I thought I had to be,
and hold together the web of deceptive love,
But the foundation of lies was so mightily struck,
that the walls came crumbling in a moment,
and while she sat there crying in gown,
the house of secrets came crumbling down.
One of many men she had wronged,
came barging past my defences,
yelling expletives at my pretences,
and with a righteously cold knife,
he then took mother's life.