Cleaning House


In between the fragmented pieces of memory,

Feelings connected to experiences,

Hidden reasons for discontent

From years of a life often lived vicariously.


Leftover, unprocessed scraps of unused intentions,

Overstuffed into empty excuses for too long,

Too shallow and scant 

To carry the worth of their destination. 














sweetwater's picture

Really enjoyed this, it had

Really enjoyed this, it had something interesting to say and said it in a very readable and concise way. Great write. :-) x

nightlight1220's picture

Thank you, SweetieW!!! I

Thank you, SweetieW!!! I didn't think anyone was going to get that one!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "