Angelina Leonardi, Sophomore, Entrepreneurship & Innovation, San Diego, CA
A house beside the street
is a house no longer a home.
A home sentenced to a coffin
a coffin where the memories roam.
Walk past its doors threshold
where the living and dead separate.
Walk into a ghost’s cold embrace
For they have been left to this fate.
Light creeps through the curtain
portraying a vision of dust from the floor
and the intricate ghost of a man appears
crying for the living to visit him more.
A shadow lives in the lampshade
a sadness lively in the walls
over the years they are to stain
lonesome walking through the halls.
A house beside the street
is a house no longer a home.
Not for the living to dwell
a coffin for the memories to roam.