Concrete Coffin



The block house sits abandoned.

Its concrete sides pockmarked by

years of violent storms slamming

against the austere greying façade.



Chairs sit empty among the leaves

falling aimlessly around the fence.

Gathered amid the decaying yard,

caged like unrestrained animals.



The erosion of the deserted house,

disembodied from the surrounding

disillusionment of the desolate area

as the blackness of death takes hold.



Discarded and left to slowly decay

flanked by falling withered leaves.

The roof dips and sways in motion

with the gnarled trees surrounding it.



The rotting fence scarcely contains

the ravages of the changing seasons.

A gate absently marks the entrance

to the concrete coffin of empty rooms.



The petrified phantoms of family that

once lived and loved there are forever

contained within the dark confines of a

silent and somber concrete mausoleum.