house of sorrow

On the outside it’s a house, recognizable by the slanted roof to protect from elemental disturbances from the sky

the varied windows which provide hints to the grandiose realms, the grass is always greener on the other side

The door painted brightly to distract from the disarrayed yard, the shambled fence obvious neglect it would imply

No one wants to admit to colliding worlds, disintegrating thoughts, forgotten happier times adamantly denied

And trespassers pry, with a burning curiosity feet prodding over precarious soil

To sneak a peek through the window, tease out fantasy, satisfy their inquisitive minds

But ignorance is bliss, and they’ll soon become entangled by the inner turmoil 

From years of abuse and unrelenting deprecation, this is where sorrow unwinds

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