Okay In The End

You are where you broke

And though warmth isn’t an issue anymore

Why does scarlet still linger on every inch of wall and between my fingers?

Imagine a place

Like this one

 

Where your thoughts are embroidered on cushions,

But not obviously.

 

Although I can see it all it makes your head spin when you notice the windows.

What they meant.

It’s alright now though, love,

It’s just me here and there are three other rooms still to see.

The dining room,

The kitchen

And the bedroom,

Not including mine.

 

Cobwebs and dusty lampshades are the new thing.

But I wouldn’t want to live here.

Reviews

[Rahul]

Great job, nicely penned, loved the theme, words're powerful here and few stanzas're good reading.

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. you've done an amazing job of embroidering your thoughts to this page ... this is a scene that reminds me of many things ... such as being stranded in that place "where i broke" ... except that i get to read fascinating poetry ... which is poignant too ... which is what i'm doing right now ... and ... that makes it a bit better ...