Artifact of Misery

Old dust - forgotten, dismal, everywhere

Here in this sordid place, I used to call home

As memories lay heavily suspended in the air

A haunting vestige of past hunger and despair

          A time when nobody cared

In secluded corners and familiar spots,

I catch glimpses of forgotten conversations and secrets

Still echoing sighs of blame, guilt and deep regret

That nobody dares to talk about and just want to forget

          A place riddled with sin and death

 The smell of dried tears thickly permeates the walls

Amidst the stains of unheard screams of anguish and helplessness

All of these render the place older and uglier in one's notion

My own artifact of misery, I dared consign to oblivion

          A past overdue for sincere contrition