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The last tenant who lived in my house
Left many years ago.
But he didn't take any of his belongings.
I couldn't get rid of them.
So they stayed stuck to my house,
Glued to my tables and furniture.
They were already taking up so much space.
There's hardly any room left for me
Especially for other future tenants to occupy.
So I promised myself
I wouldn't let any other tenants inside
As long as I don't get rid of his stuff,
What use would his stuff be to them anyway?
Sometimes I'd blame myself
For letting him inside in the first place.
But then again, what was I supposed to do?
I needed someone to occupy that empty space
Because I was incapable of running it on my own.
When the tenant first arrived,
My house lit up with thousands of candles.
A feast thrown at my unused dining room
A grand house-warming party for only one guest.
The next week, I decided to clean
I scrubbed the floors and tidied every corner.
Although the guest hardly lifted his arms
To help me with moving the furniture,
It was his presence that lifted my spirits.
The walls of my house would echo
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Hearts & Chaos : A Poetry Collection
Poetry"Art is a mouthpiece. When all reason begins to fail. Where does it come from? Is it the rain of sadness or is it the pain? Is it grieve slowly pouring in droplets? Or is it trauma roaring like flames?" - "What if l were an art ?" "Hearts and Chao...
