Desk unused ahead

 

Polished wood reflections,

spaced denied its rights,

a barren landscape,

and a chair with a dusty seat of satin.

A computer full of papers,

overflowed drawers,

light of mind.

Etched reflections of work,

hard done by the countless and faceless.

Ahead lies nothing,

while behind has everything,

dirty and used.

Smoke lingers on the satin,

sun comes and thunder claps.

Baseball heroes eye you.

The floor opens beneath,

the desk none before used,

burnt pencils,

blistered hands break and create new frontiers.

Files filled with useless items,

and because nothing lies ahead,

I sit and write alone.

Reviews

[Katherine Marie]

Wow. Very descriptive - kept me interested the whole time. Buen trabajo amigo. :D

~Katie E.