Broken mugs sat on the window sill,
An empty medicine bottle on the floor
The dust has coated everything,
Just lie a fine layer of sprayed paint.
An upturned desk, lying on its side
Pieces of paper, gone yellow with age
A name on one or two, illegible hand.
An overflowing bin, half dirt half newspapers,
A banana peal, black and yellow and green,
Pellets of maggots, blissfully crawling.
Broken windows, decayed wallpaper, falling paint, pealing ceilings,
Burst light bulbs, a single door,
Rusted hinges, missing knob.
A room in the mind, shattered.
Bleak. But do not despair.... Sunshine and rainbows in the next one I promise !
Thank you>¤<.
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SILENT MUSINGS AND DAYDREAMS
PoetryA short collection of poems, thoughts and fantasies. most of us have them, voicing them, or rather putting them down on paper for the whole world to read becomes a daunting task. But Hey, It might just be that we all have them, only in different ver...
