He came back again
To that same old house
One of so many memories
Trapped in its vortex
First a family raised there
A dysfunctional one
At the whim of drink
And chaotically complacent
Then they parted, all
She kept the house
But got rid of the man
Then left hell herself
She tried to sell the place
But none would have it so
Motivated handyman he was not
So taxes and sentiment kept
Their prodigy moved in
But from bad comes yet bad
Both marriage and family
Left history recalled again
They let the place then
To distant relatives yet
Distant to pay their debts
To evade the law's grasp
He came back again
This time a drunkard doll
Raggedy Ann in the flesh
Voice profane and victimized
But vices bring demise
And time wore them out
Fights frayed to loneliness
And regrets that departed
The house would sit alone
Once barred with cameras
The mark of a drug dealer
Frequenting the wee hours
Still more remote relatives
N'er a father seen there
They lived in fetid squalor
Like pigs squealing in a sty
All running from police
All eluding debtor's claims
Living on a knife's edge
Their belongings at the curb
Once again he showed up
Back thrice to live again
This visitation solely done
And marked by age's facts
Somber and silently
Meek and withdrawn
Age and lifestyle worn
He is but a spectator now
Trapped once again
In his relegated fate
A numbered cage to keep
That recaptured him so
The mark of a stagnate soul
Returning to a sense of past
Of security, both not present
Except in a mind delusional
To witness it is a life lesson
A scoundrel with few options
Seeking security so very frail
It will not stay determined death
He came back again
To that same old house
One of so many illusions made
Trapped in its inevitable vortex