Pages Of A Man

Walk through walls

Door goes crick-craw

Bellowing out your presence

To the ones you visited before

It all became a nightmare

Keys disappear from the bowl

They now rattle in the top drawer

Playing games just like you used to

Seems some things haven’t changed since

It all became a nightmare

Except the beds lost its shape

The smell of tobacco is vanishing

Fading reminders of your being

Soon you’ll become a memorable chapter

Simply called ‘the nightmare’.

Little Ginge x

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