House

 

I am a house to all the graves of sharpened words

I am a tomb holding in secrets way before my time

I let you in, then you forget to make your way out

The temple in search of itself 

The home, to none and to all

The voices hushed, the eyes pinched

Outplay the monster,  level up

Why does it then show up?

A riddle searching to get solved

A rider riding nowhere

I scream, I am voiceless

I be, I am being less

Mine doesn’t belong to me

Me is a mystery 

I circle around questions

I twirl away in my inspections

Answers I hint, answer that bling

I am a shelter to witnessed oppression

I am a cloak, a little torn