Monsters

Memories live

In these halls

Like my outstretched hands

Not quite touching the walls

Pure, young, bold

Packed with stories untold

Of the bellowing laugh of a man

As he races across acres of pristine land

Now I return

And I’m horrified to see

That nothing is

As it used to be

A shell of a house

Lost in the wood

lonely woman

hidden under her hood

There are monsters that live here

Under the floor

Writhing and thriving

So unlike before

Time is a monster

For making it so

Or am I the monster

For letting it go?