Mansion

I awake

Encased in robes of former glory

With a battered alarm clock beside me

It rests on a cabinet made of memories

It contains ancestory

The kind that is told to you by grandparents

During their intoxicated haze

It looks like childhood

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A distorted greyscale painting

Perched upon the chimney breast

Playing tricks with my eyes

The house is decorated in '70s attire

It leaves a sour taste in my mouth

A visual acid reflux

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A large escritoire containing aged vinyls

Sits in the corner of the living room

Dejected and alone

A haunted house

An auditory time capsule

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My enfeebled bed commands my return

As it's limbs deplete

The walls are null

And my heart sings

The dissonant sounds of age

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