Broken Room

 

In this broken room

shattered dreams

my derelict heart

torn at the seams

cracked walls of time

the hands have stopped turning

but my torn heart

never stops yearning

waiting so long for a call

crying as night falls

awaiting pitfalls

and dead-end brick walls

 

In this fallout shelter

the bombs have exploded

corroded steel

exposed tears that I cry

broken brickwork, plaster ripped bare

dust fills the air

Into my lungs as I sigh

time passing by

another hour sat waiting

am I in the wrong place?

is fate baiting

 

In this shell

concrete and cement

I lament

hours that trickle

like water through the cracks

in walls, porous and brittle

a setback

debris waste flows into black

the ceiling sags

under weight of soaked flags

my foundations, built on quicksand

leaving me

a house sinking into the land

 

In this crooked hell

I await my tolling bell

my final hour

that phone call that says its over

the alarm breaking through silent covers

signalling the end of the dream

the ringtone screams

piercing noises

echoes of long forgotten voices

stabbing inside

that cause my world to subside

 

 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.