I feel old and withered
like a dying rock rose.
Cracks propagate
down my stucco exterior
like fault lines in the earth.
Does an outburst lie on the horizon?

I remember when vibrant pink,
like a fuchsia feather boa,
would invite strangers in –
strangers who became friends.

My mood has a mind of its own.
When the sky opens,
tears stream down my windows,
tattooing me with streaks of dirt.

I’ve been abandoned for years –
no one seems to want me.
My door – faded and rotted,
hanging like a dead tree branch,
wouldn’t welcome a rat.
Do you know what it feels like
to be all alone? To feel worthless?

There was a time
when chatter and laughter
filled me to the brim,
bounced off the walls
into Margarita merry,
chips and salsa celebrations.

Now, I sit on the corner
like a human without a home.

My sign reads:

Will I ever feel alive again?
Will I ever feel life again?

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We drove by an old restaurant that we miss where the building has remained vacant.
So, I became inspired to write a personification poem.

Thanks so much for stopping by, and I wish you a wonderful Wednesday. 💝

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com
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Lauren Scott

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