The home reflects your mind,
What shall you find?
Empty spaces filled,
Memories killed.
*
I hear their voices above,
With who they love,
Left all alone,
Faded headstone.
*
Here lies my dead past,
No stone to cast,
Life goes on,
Still withdrawn.
*
I live inside these bones,
Hollow secrets, hushed tones,
A living ghost,
Heartbroken most.
*
With eyes closed I see,
What's meant to be,
Lost, never found,
Buried underground.
*
Together we'll walk these halls,
Cold air, heat falls,
A fading touch,
Broken crutch.
*
The home and mind broken,
Left as a token,
Birds don't sing,
Shattered wing.
*
Start a new story now,
To the past disavow,
Revive your home,
Dusty tome.
*
This is the only choice,
To sacrifice my voice,
Stay quiet here,
Soaking fear.
*
A fresh start isn't easy,
Burn it down freely,
Cleanse my soul,
Made whole.
*
Do I have the strength?
Stay at arm's length,
Wrapped in cocoon,
Reborn soon.
About the Creator
Bradley Ramsey
Lover of dogs, gaming, and long walks on the beach. Content Marketing Manager by day, aspiring writer by night. Alone, we cannot change the world, but we can create better ones.
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"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
By Kay Husnick8 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Incredibly deep and relatable!
This would make for a great song.