Walking through the Atrium
pictures of memories hang on the wall
The past burns like starring at the sun
I veer my head but the other side has them too
Trying to fill a bottomless hole
Stones for my back and cement for my feet
toss them all in but nothing comes back up
wanted to tie the knot, didn't know it was a slipknot
Falling off the cliff of meek hope
Leaps and bounds with a cord of trust
Stressed by the weight I cling to.
Maybe I made the cord too long
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
