Houses That Only I Know


 

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

No spider’s web just chilled air and thought.

I pass homes.

Houses that only I know.

Me, myself, as I am…alone.

And, when the entanglement be invisible…

I fall

I fall with bruised bone.

No matter the acclimation,

home, sweet home is long gone.

Mine is a history that dares me to repeat.

Mine is a history that dares me to repeat.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.