Rubble and brick

 

Admiring the view,

brick and rubble, no skies.

Landlord was trouble, I knew,

first time I spied those lying eyes,

but I didn’t plan on life.

I think back to that

empty flat,

when life was stolen away.

I hid days, buried in the past

in rubble and brick

and the future rushed

away from me too fast.

I sank into the hurt too quick.

 

Windows onto rubble and brick.

Never opened, painted shut.

Electricity a luxury

I quickly learnt to ignore.

I'd turn the key.

Locking the door

on the hateful eyes of eternity.

I didn't see any skies,

Smiles: a thing

of past lives.

Silver streaks over walls

of rubble and brick.

 

The universe's

kleptomaniac side,

laughing as she stole

all I had to my name.

Just me

and the slugs

for company.

Food every other day.

If I could rise from where I lay.

Tv never tuned,

I sank into

my own blackhole

as the forgetful world continued.

 

Rot and damp.

Nothing left to give away.

I sank into the mattress

crafted into a bed,

not wanting to live.

Silver streaks next to my head.

Counting days

until death would come knocking,

but it seemed even he

had forgotten about me.

 

 

 

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