Written While In The Attic MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown


The old mansion sits majestically on that hill

Looking from the road you see it there, perfect and still.

But on the inside it is different. The battered inside says

That lately this house is sad. Yes, it has seen better days.

The wallpaper that once was dazzling

Is now peeling, fading, frazzling.

The chipping paint is so old it's based with lead, not oil.

The once beautiful dwelling is now in turmoil.

The attic is filled with useless junk stored in numerous trunks.

It all at once meant something to someone kind

Whose face you will only find

In albums. Her death occurred so long ago.

I never met her but I think I know

The life she lead and what happened way back

When she was setting our family on the track;

And how history repeats itself no matter how cruel.

I feel my eyes are moist and I think myself a fool

And I descend from the attic on rickety stairs,

Closing the door behind me on history's lair,

Then wander out finally to the sun's welcoming rays,

To ponder the house's better days.

And I look at the house, and it looks vain,

Trying to hide the inner pain.

And now I will stop and leave you believing

No matter how smart you are, looks are deceiving.

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Duckie430 said...
on Apr. 7 2009 at 1:04 pm
Duckie430, Riverside, Rhode Island
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Favorite Quote:
“The secret to life is being who you are and being happy with who you are.”
"Whatever does not kill you only makes you stronger."

wow. this is beautiful. really interesting.

on Mar. 14 2009 at 4:43 am
hannahmichelle PLATINUM, Lewisburg, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.

"And now I will stop and leave you believing

No matter how smart you are, looks are deceiving."

I like the title too


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