The Thoughts of a House

The Thoughts of a House

I look at my empty walls
once filled with books
every nook and cranny stacked
from floor to ceiling.
Words abound
words of learning
words for leasure
words that captured the thoughts of men.
Amongst these books float the thoughts
of many and all formed part of my soul
that now have been ripped out of me.
I am now nothing
but an empty shell
blank walls
blank windows
without a soul.
Oh how I wish to be filled again…

© Gois

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