'Empty' by Emely Cintron

Empty

This house is no home—

It is not warm

It is not colorful

It is not noisy

It is not welcoming, Nothing is welcomed

Even though I give so many people keys to enter,

Every attempt has failed;

The door would not open

Why is it that I do not have the key to my own house?

Locked and Hallow

I collect dust, the wooden floors age, and the pipes rust,

Creaks and drips

Will I ever hear more than just the spider weaving its web?

*Click*

A new sound echoes the house

The door –

IT OPENED

Light enters with its guest’s warmth, and every beautiful member of the rainbow

I am not furnished, dusted, and fixed

I feel like a home

I feel at home

As quickly as this beauty came, it left.

Now, I relentlessly search for him. . .

The only person who could unlock my doors

And when I find him, I will bring him to my home

Whether anyone else wants him to or not

Whether he wants to or not. . .