Poetry Talk

New post from Comfort

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If this be windows to your soul

Darling, your house is flooded,

Cracks on the walls covered by portraits distract gazing eyes,

A room once for your inner child, now darkened with your younger self hiding under the blanket,

Hues of the paint losing its illuminance,

Your door sealed with locks, none, not even the locksmiths could open,

Your tap drips timely, a gentle reminder of the leaks you have not fixed,

Floors soaked; how long can your house bare the weight?

What once was a temple, now ravished by demons and lost souls… your lost soul.

If this be windows to your soul

Darling, your windows are tinted.