PoemsOnHold

  Life’s got a new perspective Ever since things got worse Things seem to be hard Packets lying on the floors. Shattered hearts take it to heal Mended ones, to break And numbness is a silence People dread, it’ll escape. Thoughts keep running Going demented, are people Yet, nothing’s more scary Than empty cathedrals. Things can’t be simple anymore Because the world is falling apart And I don’t know why I feel like, this is just the start.

  Glasses kept on the kitchen table It is almost midnight The water is cold, running from the faucet I shiver, making the clothes on the hanger right. The bed’s been made, ready to put me to sleep Yet I keep reading the book in my hands Seated on the sofa across from it I ignore the lights from the outside land. This place is crisp, filled with silence And I feel myself in a syndrome  Because this place is something I have And this place is what I call home.