After the fire
the house is but a shell
but while it burned
it resembled hell.
Anything left
was scorched beyond repair
nothing remained
to every ones despair.
A lifetime’s possessions
gone up in smoke
now just a pile of ash
left there to poke.
The photographs
that had hung on the wall,
an antique clock
that stood proud in the hall.
Memories of
a faraway time
now just left
covered in slime.
All gone and never
to be replaced,
a home that was,
now laid to waste.

Beautiful penned
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