My heart lays amongst the gravel.

Several feet underground the cold dark earth.

Buried under that basement I know so very well.

Protected by my bones that refuse to crumble.

A separation from life and light.

***

I haunt the old halls.

Stained with the traces of what I used to call my own.

They twist and turn like the roots of a great tree.

Pushing me in one direction.

They always lead back to the basement where I lay.

I wonder if that tree is as dead as I am.

***

I still hang on.

Looking for a miracle.

Perhaps someone else could free me.

A person with forbidden knowledge.

A way to burn this house down.

A way to bring me back to life.