In this room filled

In this room filled

with Dali, and wolves

6 strings and dreams

sleep screams

remember me.

Clock does not tick

nor does my mind

but my heart beats and beats

leaving me guessing is this

an early trick or treat.

Words seem to evaporate before

they reach the keyboard

leaving me, just like you


to sink or swim.

In this room filled with

dust and anxious cries

an echo would tremble

fall like a leaf from a tree


Fragments of life flash

like a Brownie camera

that escaped from a leather case

locked in a closet

along with hope

and I stare at it,


in amazement.


  One thought on “In this room filled

  1. December 21, 2018 at 1:09 pm

    I like this 🌷

    Liked by 1 person

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