Vacant Dreams

Vacant Dreams

In the heart of my town, a bitter sight,
Empty shells of houses cast in eerie light.
How many second homes devoid of life,
Piercing the tranquility like a silent strife?

Once vibrant abodes, now left to decay,
Whispers of laughter and joy now in disarray.
Desolate walls echo tales of forgotten fun,
Vacant dreams fading beneath the setting sun.

These holiday houses, left to gather dust,
Like ghostly specters that once held a lust.
Their rooms tell stories of cherished memories,
Now trapped in a realm of melancholic reveries.

Oh, how their empty halls sigh and groan,
Gone are the days when families called them their own.
Now serving as mere investments to endure,
While families struggle to find a roof secure.

But as councils crackdown on each lifeless place,
A glimmer of hope dawns with steady pace.
Reviving these homes, breathing life anew,
For every vacancy filled, another dream comes true.

Vacant dreams, forgotten walls, desolate halls,
Memories trapped, melancholic reveries recalled.
Council crackdown, secure roof, hope dawns,
Life revived, dreams fulfilled, a community reborn.

Keywords: Empty homes, second homes, vacant dreams, memories, councils, crackdown