The Wilted

The Wilted

A Poem by BreannaAutumn

I work at a retirement home. I wrote this one day at work.

This building is for the crushed hearts 
and broken souls
The sun shines through the windows 
but it casts shadows
which only the prisoners inside these walls can see
There is death in every corner
tears spilled on so much carpet
Tables are etched with old memories
of flower petals and motionless hands
The workers smile
The elder may sing in the dining room on Sundays
but it is not a happy place
It cannot be brought back from the grave
I cannot sit here any longer than necessary
because I see these humans on their deathbeds already
It kills me inside to see lovers die
No amount of time can get me desensitized

© 2015 BreannaAutumn

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That hit deep in the soul of lovers everywhere locking way there feeling for another day and maybe never to express what they really love in a special way this kind of love really hurts to hold it inside the roots cut to deep this touches a lot of Nerves at the core where feeling begin.

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Added on August 7, 2015
Last Updated on August 7, 2015



Rathdrum, ID

Hey everyone. I'm Breanna and I'm 19 years old. I'm a college student. I'm bisexual, so you will find alternating genders in my writing. If you write a review on a piece of mine I will do the same for.. more..