There is a stairway leading
To an impossibly careless room
Of idle pages strewn about
Tired reflections of dusty gloom
The paper on the walls is peeling
Sagging with its age
Just like those recollections reeling
I vow to forget, and soon
Just like those recollections reeling
I vow to forget, and soon
This ancient room of decaying dreams
Tears away my breath
And I’ll never find what it means
To forsake and tear my past
-Polished from Poetry course
December 2010
1 comment:
That is a very good poem! I'll have to reread it again and again to get the full meaning.
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