Vian Louw describes a wooden house that has been left to decay. It stands alone in a dark valley, cut off from everyone else. Termites eat the walls, the foundations crack and sink, the windows are broken, and the people living inside are described as insane. The speaker points out that nobody looked after the place, so its ruin feels like the result of long neglect rather than bad luck.
The last stanza shifts the tone. The speaker thinks it might be better if the house simply collapsed, because the land could then host a new beginning. But the final line, "the history cant be changed," keeps that hope from feeling easy. Whatever happens next, the past stays attached to the ground.
The mood is bleak, lonely and heavy, with a small flicker of hope near the end. The house could also stand for a damaged family or a troubled life, though the poem doesn't say so directly. That reading is an inference from the imagery of isolation, decay and neglect.