Tonight's Like a Right Hook

I feel like the wallpaper; old and flaking on the wall. Unattented. Untouched. Unforgiving as it weeps from the drywall. I feel like the floor; dull and mishapen. Stepped on. Fallen on. Crying as it comes unhinged from the floor. I feel like the windows; grimy and uninviting to the world outside. Foggy. Faded. Lending nothing but the sound of rain as it beats down again and I again. I feel like the door; coming unhinged and barely hanging on. Pushed. Pulled. Creaking under the pressure as it pulls from the house. I feel like the roof; bearing the weight of the world. Ripping. Lifting. Wishing to float away in the breeze as the Earth beats down. I feel the chimney; choking with the warmth of the bodies who pass. Hot. Cold. Trying to withstand the constant stir of changes. I feel like the plumbing; just there to get the job done. Unseen. Unheard. Just trying not to drown in the waste. I feel like the skylight; clinging to the ceiling. Blurred. Ignored. Hoping to hold onto just a little bit of light as it filters right past me. I feel just like this old house; standing on the sand. Hollow. Dead. Empty like a broken heart until someone sets up camp. 

- AL