The alcoves breathe
Dust and words
Silence echoes
No one cares.
The writing room
The uneven chair
Abandoned ink
With paper share.
A dread of time
Remembered ghosts
Shared with neglect
Poetry posts.
A forgotten voice
An idle time
Melting days
Surrendered sighs.
An imprint upon
The windows eyes
That stare within
Lifes tender lies.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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