Letting Go

Letting go today

Of false friends and

Unfulfilled promises

Of hopeless things

I thought better of

Of an image I don’t possess

Or have access to

Of ugly feelings

Alarm bells

And melancholy

And should have beens

Letting go of nothings

Of poisoned words dripping off

A willing pen

Of cold realizations

And harboured thoughts

Of rejection

Anatomy of a House pt.7

The Clock

The clock in the hallway

Is the grandfather kind

With carvings and gongs

And a key that you wind

The hands reach for numbers

On opposite ends

Stuck at the time when the haunting begins

To the last of the day you open the curtain

Things will be fine

Of that you are certain

You move through the rooms

Feeling at home

No longer afraid

Though you’re never alone

But as the sun sinks

Burns down like a wick

The clock in the hall is

Beginning to tick

Anatomy of a House pt. 2

The Gate

There is a gate

At the end of the drive

Twisted metal

Looks alive

It opens slowly

Rust on rust

Just wide enough

To earn your trust

Enter will you if you dare

But know that she is waiting there