A house got divided;
I discerned peace
Although misery surrounded,
Veiled with thick, white mist.
I walked outside of my room,
Sweeping the space
Like the light from the moon,
Without a single trace.
I walked outside the house,
Slowly noticing our gaps
Their eyes were dreary,
While their foot slowly tapped.
The whole house— it's crumbled
Those little chestnut bricks were slowly scattered
They gazed down as the pouring rain commenced
Dilapidated as it looked, wish I could just comment.
Should I stack? Stack the little bricks?
Or should I leave those without a fix?
I caught a glimpse of their pallid faces
Just hope, my dear member—
Hope that there will still be those traces.
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Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔
PoetryBook 1 of the "Short Poems" series. This book contains all the poems that I wrote over the past years. (100 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - Copyright © 2019 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved
