Changes of Scenery [poem]

The clock sweeping away the minutes

Like a man scrubbing the floor

All the bugs climbing the walls

As my fears stab the door

My body growing cold

The night seeming to be a bit long

Reminding me of how you loved me

The memories play their rhythm like song

The wearing of the leather

Resembles the tears in the page

As the ink stains my fingers

My heart begins to feel caged

The wind howls in the window

The branches tap on the panes

My teardrops fall on the table

As my life’s washed away by the rain

By Fancy Khaos


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