Alone

The ticking of the old Grandfather clock
echoes throughout the old house
while shadows come alive
taking over darkened corners
droplets of water escape
one by one from a leaky kitchen faucet
ignored and forgotten
never to be fixed
from the rotting roof above the great hall
a great chandelier hangs in gloom
where once it sparkled like diamonds
radiating warmth and happiness
now spiders have spun their webs
ghosts of the past still wanders about
along dusty hallways
where sunshine rarely peeks
laughter of children
and the warmth of love
are memories of a time long lost
she spends a her days in that dying house
alone and unloved
forgotten by all
until she too is just another ghost