Tandem out the dusty trees
Willowed, sobbed with crackled leaves
Dirt and sod so heavenly
Send them fending lesser pleas

Sliding glass and silenced blasts
A haven from the splintered past
A home to crave in photographs
To bid me far from alcatraz

A fireplace to burn the sins
Heavenly, where hell begins
Seeking not what heaven wins
But a patch for perfect blood fill-ins

A bedroom, twice, for just one child
For just one dream, a fainted smile
Blessing what was lost and vile
Something far more versatile

An empty room for a rose and vase
An empty, unused pillowcase
A king size bed gone far defaced
No one sleeps, or lulls it's space

Doors to dent insecure walls
Places corners--points enthrall
Things a childhood recalls
For years these moments felt too small

Something burns inside my pen
To write something, to make amends
Atop a desk, a room of friends
A mixture, into time they blend

Partial healing, bears no wounds
But time and passage, we go through
An old but fractured, selfless room
A childhood, I dare resume

Someone let me be alone
There’s no one, in this spiteful home
But ink leaves my soul, person-prone
Accompanied by wisdom's clone

Someone take upon my weight
My wrist is tired, from my hate
From pen of whom these words create--
The meaning of this sorrow state

So what to do when friends are gone
When timeless housing, runs along
When twenty years leave darker dawns
What torture do I grasp upon

Fickle posters, hanging high
Reminders posted - dare not cry
Disaster stricken, left awry
Dear old home embrace dull toned goodbyes
 
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