Poems from htabit
Empty walls
Empty halls
An open door
A broken floor
Memories lay strewn
Broken furniture hewn
The presence of the past
The only...
Empty walls
Empty halls
An open door
A broken floor
Memories lay strewn
Broken furniture hewn
The presence of the past
The only...
Dear Defeat,
You think yourself
strong,
insurmountable.
You puff out your
chest,
proud.
Your stagnant
pride is
your downfall...
Dear Superfluousness,
It's funny how a little sullen silence
can isolate the soul
It's funny how much a weathered wicker
basket ...