Sun sparkles through the gapping curtains
Dirty windows washed by the rain soaked night
Dust in layers on old dark furniture
Bread stales, curling lied on ancient pine table
Cobwebs hang motionless on oak beams in the ceiling
Mould grows on the cheese as mice nibble at it noiselessly
Silence is deafening in the vacant gloom
Clothes piled high on the floor soiled and forlorn
Sheets crumpled by sleep disturbed nights
Papers scattered over the floor half written words
Photo ripped into tiny unrecognizable pieces
Cold ashes smothered flames from days gone by
Wine stained carpet glass shattered lies where is fell
Pills spilled dropped by the clutch of deaths hand
Curled huddled in the chair in the corner
She sits staring sightless at the wide open door
