I wake up,
leafless tree branches rapping on the window
Gray clouds covering the sun,
Frost shimmering on the tips of grass blades.
I stand up,
old floorboards creak under my feet
Hearing the silent house
That has stood for centuries.
I sigh,
Listening to the world change
While my lonely house stays.
Centuries.
Centuries of abandonment
Centuries of loneliness
No wonder I'm still here.
I'm as old as the house.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Puisi"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
