There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

In a house that cannot forget

Left deserted in a wasteland, on an untraveled route

Wind blows on siding, whistling through cracks, the house quietly proclaiming, not yet.

For decades it has been beaten and chipped away all about.

The foundation, though old, is sturdy and unforgiving

Gently telling nature of its intention

The light blazes on, energy thrumming

A window, clouded with dust, the only contravention.

Light leaks and trickles through boards and open doors.

The main out pour springs forth from that second floor.

What once meant, come back

Now signifies how a dream can go black.

Try not to wonder about what ifs or could have beens, 

That light will burn long past when those thoughts end.

Do not worry, do not shout,

For there is a light that never goes out.