old memories slide down the railway lines
built on the banisters by the attic
whistling a silent note hushed
by the whispering waltz of dust in light
steam of your pent up outbursts
and the soot from your burnt out eyes
get stuck within the forgotten mess
of cobwebs hidden in a dark corner
of your mind , you try to fly only
to be caught up in your own design
isn't the silence near these stairs
an unreal sea of emptiness
waiting in anticipation like
young hearts waiting to be broken ....
YOU ARE READING
Reverie
PoetryA collection of poems. It had reached #1 in #stair out of 55 stories and had been maintaining it since then till 09/09/19.
