I was glad they tore it down
That farm house that
Held no fond memories
Even as a child
I could feel the
Heavy air
Of silent screams
Bitter anger
Just barely
Holding it's awful tongue
Dark shadows lingering
Where only laughter
Should be
The only bright room in that house
Was the one room
We were not allowed
I learned to walk
On that
Runway-like side walk
Grandparents
Didn't even notice
So when I had
The chance to see
What secrets that room held
In a dream
With the house rebuilt
I said no
The past is
Not worth revisiting.
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