Temporary Palace

People come and go so often i have forgotten what permanence means - almost.

This is not a body

this is a run down old motel

Where people come and go 

as they please

Unloading all their baggage

from all their long trips

Clashing teeth and Pursed lips muttering plans out the fire escape 

with no notice to the front desk

Echoes of heartfelt promises and dreams 

linger in the air of their wake 

Before you realized

they had already left thru the door that never closes

Hinges having been ripped off

because of the storms brought with every visitor

The door was ripped away

this Motel will forever be open to everyone

As it has always been

it will never close

Always forgotten at the end of the trip

the old run down Motel

Who would remember an old dark place

with demons and ghosts lurking at every corner

With every possibility of appearing

held back only by a feigned smile

A thin plastic barrier

oh how a smile can conceal

This is not a body

this is a run down old motel

Where people come and go 

as they please

Reviews

[Quaint Lil Lady]

The way this spoke to me... almost broke my heart. I love this so much. It really breathes life into the personification of lies, abandonment and distrust in relationships. And the fear of commitment that so many of us have been through because of the way we have been treated. It's beautiful.