Abandoned

The old house lay alone, 
along the wooded path,
decrepit with stories to tell
Empty now but for ghosts
Its soul broken; abandoned

Once there was life here
A family, joy, happiness
Now only remnants
A child’s doll, old books,
and a photograph

Holding on until the last
All this old house had left,
to remember better times
Placing it back I left it there
Leaving the memories alone

Stoic Poetry

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