Forgotten
Like the flowers in the waterless vase
In that room of the house you never use.
Beautiful, but screaming
Through glass panes
That the sunlight cannot seem to breach
As you sit in the den,
Surrounded by smoke,
Asleep with your eyes open.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
Forgotten
Like the flowers in the waterless vase
In that room of the house you never use.
Beautiful, but screaming
Through glass panes
That the sunlight cannot seem to breach
As you sit in the den,
Surrounded by smoke,
Asleep with your eyes open.
