The Barn

Caving in, without so much as a breeze or the slightest hint of decay, it stands firm.  Hardened wood remains in place. Consumed by want, -for a termite , a cinder, (an excuse) the barn fights dormancy. Withstanding exposure to foul weather,  it hears all secrets, but can tell none. It looks so sound.  It seems so peaceful.  It stands alone despite being annexed to the house. Beams bare witness to what has transpired, to what can never be undone,