The House

poem by: Theresa Taylor
Written on May 31, 2017 

A burning house holds everything I am
I'm beating in resistance on all every locked opportunity
blackening and crumbling
Doors that I can't open
Halls that lead to nowhere 
My racing foot falls break through stairway boards
Got to get out! 
Got to find help to save my house
to save my heart
to save my mind
to save.. myself.

 

Tags: sad, dark, imagery,

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