The worn out curtains and dusty sheets...Adorning me in darkest hue...
This Grudge I left few steps… Then looked a hundred steps back I saw worn out curtains And dusty sheets Adorned mementos of my past How long has it been? They haven’t been lifted from where they were They fall in line waylaying for renaissance As if I’d take the steps back And allow them to hold me hijacked The sordid sepia lurks before my eyes Certain that even from a distant mile They will prop my heart As they have, in the darkest hue of my past My neck stiffened withholding my grim stare I... Sign in to see full entry.