His bed is not made
And the lights are on,
But no one is at home.
He has been gone,
But his life has not,
Continuing steadily on.
Some lights are on.
And the tv too
While the switch is up.
The water continues to run,
In the bathroom
And onto the floor.
The dishes are left in the sink,
Broken, dirty or sticky
Releasing an awful stench.
Letters come flying at the house,
But no one's even there,
To ever open or read them.
The movie in the VCR continues to play
Just like his passing life,
Even though he is gone forever.
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Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years
PoetryA collection of poems from my early years, up to the present. Many are about love, but also family, friends, life in general, as well as the struggles many of us face as we discover ourselves. #Wattys2016 #Wattys2019 *Note: Stories with an asterisk...
