My house

You’re left over
From Suns passed under

A relic from a time
Where I played fine

You were supposed to be entertainment
That turned into a trap to make me forget

That today I did what I was told
Lived your dreams, but mine left for when I’m old

You’re not welcome anymore
But you hang around
Like a fly missing an open door

Your buzzing in my brain
Cut canals deep that I’m still trying to contain

But now I don’t fear the sunshine
I’m happy with how I pass the time

It’s time for you to go
And I’m going to get you out of my house, if I have to open every window

Reviews

[Miri Grace]

Love that metaphor!! This is excellent, especially the depth of it.

[Someday Shine]

Thanks Grace. Always great to get some views and opinions. Appreciate you taking the time.

[James]

I love that analogy, a fly that won't leave. Really good.

[Someday Shine]

Appreciate the read my friend.