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Verdae Geissler Sep 2012
I feel

someone

tossed

me down

a

neverending

dark

hole

had

doors

lead

to

rooms

de­corated

with

heartbreak

and

dispair

rooms

have

windows

th­ough

*****

from

neglect

of

age

an’

cobbwebs

peeking

thro­ugh

weakened

cracking

broken glass

window

eyes

saw

only

grave

storms

stones

and

rain
­
desolation

oh and

pain

clouds

frown

as

the wind

blows

cold

eyes

see

black and white

The

soul

absorbs

*****

truth

darkened

rooms

reveal
­
emptiness

filled

with

lies

no

space inside

for

another

box

of tears

stacked

floor

to ceiling

why

no stairs

fireplaces

no

longer

hold

flames.

rocking chair

too

weak

for

comfort.

sofa

stuffed

with

screaming

­memories

of

life

before

the push

mirrors cry

for

the

girl

trapped within

rooms

of

dust.

in

the

hole.

I was pushed…..
Michelle Adams Feb 2018
Treasure chest nested in the attic,
Covered with dust and filled with wonder
Locked in lies, sealed with secrets
How long can you remain dormant
Treasure chest golden framed,  wooden block
Draped with an old Afghan
The one my Nana made, with yarn that went on sale
It smells like must and it's coated with cobbwebs
linking my past to my
present
Treasure chest resting on the ragedy wooden floor
The floor I pushed you on, making one long scratch across the room
Leaving an arrow leading me to you
Treasure chest your memories are sweet, yet cruel
When I unlock your case and lift the hood
Shimmering Jade fills the room

— The End —