Saturday, July 6, 2013

COLD ROOMS

The table separates us
Unsympathetic raging
Pushes around me
And comes within reach
I move away
Again and again

Finally, you take it with you
Down the dark hall

I watch you walk the barrenness of
Ashen carpet
Stark and cold
Stained with bad blood
I don't want to know where you go
Because you don't care
Where I am

What should have been
Walls of love
Are enclosures suffocating me





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