An unfamiliar place with no trace
of anything you can recall.
So many thoughts and ideas
given birth as your mind unearths
sorrow with little hope for a tomorrow.
Webs cobbled in fine silk
milking memories from misty midnight menageries.
Windows to the world, a soulless place
replacing what once was held dear,
here where love blossomed
and sons and daughters grew in tune.
Airy, left in decay – a shell of better days
confiscated youth ripped from our hearts
by upstart degenerates and renegades
where as children we once played.
Zombied now and denigrated
waiting for a wrecking ball or overhaul.
In dreams you find your mind returning,
yearning for what once was your domain.
You can certainly go home again,
but why would you want to?

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Quickly – But It Seemed So Real


5 thoughts on “HOMESTEAD DREAMS

  1. Less a dream and more of a nightmare. After dad died and two of my sibling were unable to swing the mortgage to buy our house, it was sold for a modest return. The two story house on a double lot was immediately surrounded with a stockade fence and the yard left with vicious dogs “protecting” the property. It didn’t need protecting. Subsequently, the house was seized in a DEA raid and allowed to deteriorate. Sadly, it is now a tarnished memory. WOOD is more fiction than fact now.

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