Balanced on a staircase
Shattered portraits
Creak apart
Empty walls
Cold and quiet
Painted rails
Grey and bleeding
On marble floors
Silent as ghosts
Voices held in a prison
Remorseless melody
Of watching misery
Opened curtains
And windowed sleep
Tears of freedom
And no regrets of the past.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
I am sure there are people who have had such painful youths or past experiences that they never regret what is behind them.
Very sad what you write here. Yet, a true aspect of life that some are abandoned once they’re deemed useless. Good writing here.
It seems a house would be the ultimate abandoned treasure. Such a sadness-tinged reflection here.
Wow if such could speak not just creak, there is surely a wealth of stories to be told, thanks for stopping over at my blog
Much love…
Once this old house was a treasured home… Lovely poem, Alan.
I love your unique take on the prompt, Alan.
Wonderful piece of writing, Alan. I can so picture this abandoned house. A very cool, unexpected finish: “no regrets”.
it once had beauty, grandeur, warmth of shelter…time does turn treasure into trash…so no regret…nice writing…
tears of freedom are the best tears ever in anyones eyes… beautiful!!
Such a lines make both a house and human to be satisfied with past….~ wow about the photo – how anyone at all able to enter the house…what a treasured trash
No regrets…I wish I could say the same lol. Nice work here Alan.
You can still see the beautiful lines of a house once treasured by someone. It appears that not all who lived there felt that way.
I do think it is a good thing to have no regrets of the past. It is always good to be able to live today and think forward without regrets of what we did or did not do in the past.
windowed sleep… love this.. and abandoned old houses have something so sad in a way and yet sth. so magical because of the many stories they can tell
I’ve always wondered why people abandon houses… Everytime I go past one of them I wish I could make it again into the house it was years before. To me, houses are never trash, always a treasure. If only their walls could talk… I love your take on the prompt, Alan!
no regrets..that’s how one should look at it i guess..very nice lines alan:)
I always feel as if the empty windows are eyes, sad eyes.
i did not think you’d take us in that direction… surprising ending for me… loved the photo