04-22-2019, 08:27 AM
You turned the doorknob
to my hollow existence
years ago,
plastering my collapsing walls
with clusters of dark verse.
An uninvited guest,
you turned a visit into a vacation,
smirking at the growing crevices in the ceiling
muffled sounds at night
growing into feral screams.
You reveled in turning off the lamps,
especially,
the flickering ones.
Day in and day out I purged your messes
changed the locks.
turned on the lights
one at a time.
Now the walls are speckless
the noises have faded
my house feels anew
I got over your visit
I got over
you.
Notice: All members are asked to post feedback before posting your own poetry in any of the workshops. Please catch up. --Quix/mod
to my hollow existence
years ago,
plastering my collapsing walls
with clusters of dark verse.
An uninvited guest,
you turned a visit into a vacation,
smirking at the growing crevices in the ceiling
muffled sounds at night
growing into feral screams.
You reveled in turning off the lamps,
especially,
the flickering ones.
Day in and day out I purged your messes
changed the locks.
turned on the lights
one at a time.
Now the walls are speckless
the noises have faded
my house feels anew
I got over your visit
I got over
you.
Notice: All members are asked to post feedback before posting your own poetry in any of the workshops. Please catch up. --Quix/mod