It's the dullness of the questions,
to which...
Remembering
when the days of the young...
The rain bedazzled a broken down me
restoring my soul for all to see...
The head chairs meetings
voices creep...
Faceless spectres stand in silent accusation
as cloying darkness compresses light into void...
I'm sitting there
On the kitchen chair...
I, the swaying bridge
you were so eager to cross...
Your love captivated my virgin frame
and, with piles of everlasting promises...
How have you inked
this palpitant heart...
Fading light
darkness prevails...
Time is a river that never stops..
There was a time when...
Homesickness is hard to describe
It leaves a burning, empty feeling inside...