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WHY I STAY

                                         WHY I STAY?



these walls
don't feel home
they are void as a sarcophagus.

the foundations
I could rely upon are faulty.

I could not breathe
I am perishing
The roots exclaimed.

The petals and leaves
Drooling
Breathing in all the dry cold air

The tress
Moult and die

The water
Sits still and stagnant

this
Doesn't feel home?

Silence
feels deeper and deeper
The echoes in the hallway
Wander away

The scent of baked cookies
Lost the scent
of their trail.

All is left
Are shadows
With fear at each corner
so please tell me why I stay?
                                                                                                                          @soulfulwriter
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