Written a bit ago

by yARN pUNK

I feel

someone

tossed

me down

a

neverending

dark

hole

had

doors

lead

to

rooms

decorated

with

heartbreak

and

dispair

rooms

have

windows

though

dirty

from

neglect

of

age

an’

cobbwebs

peeking

through

weakened

cracking

broken glass

window

eyes

saw

only

grave

storms

stones

and

rain

desolation

oh and

pain

clouds

frown

as

the wind

blows

cold

eyes

see

black and white

The

soul

absorbs

dirty

truth

darkened

rooms

reveal

emptiness

filled

with

lies

no

space inside

for

another

box

of tears

stacked

floor

to ceiling

why

no stairs

fireplaces

no

longer

hold

flames.

rocking chair

too

weak

for

comfort.

sofa

stuffed

with

screaming

memories

of

life

before

the push

mirrors cry

for

the

girl

trapped within

rooms

of

dust.

in

the

hole.

I was pushed…..