#unvisited
In my house, there is a room.
Still part of it,
yet forgotten.
No one visits anymore.
It's been so long
since the door last opened.
Now, the key is lost,
and nature has begun to swallow it.
But it doesn't matter.
The room is sealed,
locked in loneliness.
Still i wonder if
someone lives there.
Perhaps a ghost of
an old friend,
or just a silly cat.
I don't dare go near.
Yet, sometimes, the door stares,
Inviting me in.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:26 PM UTC
Time rides
but on wings of butterflies.
Hardly noticeable
as they flit by…
From flower to flower.
Underscoring the fragrant,
outlining the beautiful.
*Yarrows to daylilies.
Lavender to pansies.
Goldenrods to marigolds.*
Supposedly impartial yet,
seemingly bestowing
just a little more
upon those most pleasing.
And the unchosen only watch
with bitter, hungry eyes
that go unnoticed, unslaked
and
unvisited.
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 11:10 PM UTC