Gossamer A silent house
tucked away from view
and the only sound,
that of her own breathing,
her own thoughts
rattling and crunching
through her lonely mind;
childhood clinging to her
like gossamer
as she ages in those darkened rooms
and ask's for no reaching,
no touching,
nothing from me.
Just the tick of the clock
ending her day
and starting another
and ending it....... |
