Inhibition Part 2

BEIGE :  The place of warmth and sanctuary 

Places in my house that I no longer visit 

The corner shelf, 
Which once was 
My sanctum.

The closet, 
That has known,
All my darkest secrets.

The porch, 
Reminding me of
The old typewriter. 

The study, 
Now barren,
Waiting, 
For me to join
In its emptiness.

The places I no longer visit in my house

Are here,
Sitting numb, 
Longing for
Me to exploit
Them as I used to.

Mocking tone piercing
my vulnerable mind 
as I crumble. 

There are places in my house that I no longer visit, and they somehow trace back to a similar feeling.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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