rusted

a once conceived dream lined in silver and gold,

now finds itself crumbling into a pile of rubble and shifts into rust.

here! in the room of once found comfort and privilege,

now easily squeezes and suffocates every drop of light;

leaving one drowning in an invisible darkness.

one sought inside a book of favourable word

for some sort of answer,

but instead made ones guilt stab another in the back;

don’t turn back,  don’t want you back.

but if here,  i find myself at the end,

in a once conceived dream lined in silver and gold

in a room of once found comfort,

now easily squeezes and suffocates every drop of light;

let me crumble and fall into a pile of rubble and shift into rust

 

c. 2015 bgw

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