What Is Gone, What Is Here
Gravel cracks under my feet,
The bushes rustle,
My hair slashes my face.
I stand there seeping in this scenery.

Off in the distance our old red barn still stands,
Hinges broken, doors warped,
The old windows have crumbled.
Everything is so old and broken.

She holds on, but for what?
I have lost my family, my desire to live is lost,
She holds on, but I don’t know why?
I see nothing. Only a battered 10 acres,

I can smell the Chile brewing, the salsa dancing,
The stale grainy smell of the flour mill,
Searing the inside of my nose.
Dust stings my eyes, blurring everything.

I make my way to the wooden swing,
Dragging on my sorrowed body.
Splinters dig into my back,
Pain seeps in of what I have lost is gone forever.

Pounding from the inside out, my headache arouses,
I grieve for my family, they are gone forever,
My turning stomach moans, for it feels my lost.

The door creaks whenever I open it,
The sink spits out rust, the floor is squishy,
All hope is lost, no turning back, there is nothing left. 
There isn’t anything here for me. So I must go!