Nov 2022
stranded, here in this
infinite room
darkness falls through
the ages
pages turn old and
rust, the winds cease
to whisper
heavy air sits in the
corner with me
in deafening silence
of another autumn
how many days have
passed me by?
i must be so old now
i remember i was
young once
that i lived under a
blue sky,
and i must be so old now.
@writeweird
