edges of darkness

edges of darkness

A Poem by freelancejouster









grease marks the floor,
dust, the walls,
neglect drapes everything like a thick blanket,
disuse has warped the wood,
more than years of scuffling feet ever could have.

a family should have been here,
to love these mottled wallpapers like their fore-bearers.


the edge of a knife glints on a table top,
illuminated by light dabbling through
a cracked window,
its splintered pane missing a segment or two.






thoughts prickle in the backs of your minds
and letting go never seemed like such a good idea.

© 2011 freelancejouster


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oh my god that was amazing! keep it up, that poem took something that could have been a sob story and you turned it into something beautiful, delicate, and precious! keep on rocking!

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Added on July 10, 2011
Last Updated on July 13, 2011
Tags: thoughts, life, dark, dust, neglect

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