House by the Sea

The silent house sits by the sea,
Silently calling out to me.
In it's eyes one can see,
All the things it had to be.

By it's patrons forced to stand,
In this lonely, barren land.
Quietly circled by a band,
Of seaweed lying in the sand.

On is walls paint is peeling,
Ivy climbs up to the ceiling.
It stands alone, unapealing,
A house at which time is stealing.

The silent house sits by the sea,
Silently calling out to me.
And I'm the one it has to be,
I'm the one who'll set is free.

- Shivangi Narain