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There is a House

There is a house with only one window,
And seventeen locks on the door.
There is a porch with an ivory doorbell,
That doesn’t get rung anymore.

There is a room with cracks in the ceiling,
And cobwebs that carpet the floor,
There is a box made of tarnished old silver,
With a rusted old key and a door.

An old music box that is all out of music,
And dusty with years of denial,
Inside the box is a little glass dancer,
Whose legs haven’t danced in a while.

There is a house with only one window,
And seventeen locks on the door.
There is a coatrack of cedar and pine,
That doesn’t hold coats anymore.

There is a clock that’s forgotten the time,
Whose bells have forgotten to ring,
There is a cage on a spindly old table,
With a bird who forgot how to sing.

An old fireplace that no longer holds fire,
A collector of cobwebs and lint,
Alone with a matchbox that’s all out of matches,
And a steel left without any flint

There is a house with only one window,
And seventeen locks on the door.
Haunted by ghosts of the dreams that once were,
But just don’t make sense anymore.

There is a room where broken things hide,
With no window to let in the light,
Pretending that they’re safe behind seventeen locks,
From things that go bump in the night.

A room where the silence is thick on the air,
But the quiet, no comfort imparts,
To the girl in the corner made of paper and glass,
With seventeen holes in her heart.

-SilentSymphonies

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8 Comments

  1. Silent, this poem is outstanding. I live this house because i don’t trust people after having
    been robbed . and my mom is losing her mind

    • I’m really glad you were able to relate to my writing, even if it was in a less pleasant way. I’m happy you were able to feel something with this poem. Thanks for the comment!

  2. This poem is awesome! You have an uncanny way of pulling the reader into the moment and touring the house with you, feeling the mood as you describe each scene. I especially liked the final stanza, ‘

    A room where the silence is thick on the air,
    But the quiet, no comfort imparts,
    To the girl in the corner made of paper and glass,
    With seventeen holes in her heart.

    Great share!

    • Thank you! I’ve always felt that the last part of a poem is the most important. I’m really glad you’ve enjoyed my writing!

  3. Good job. I got the idea from reading this, that you had viewed or saw a photo of some older house and just used your imagination from there.

    • Actually, this was born of an idea that struck at like three in the morning. It was completely out of the blue and I have no idea where it came from, haha.

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