Irrelevant Thoughts Within the Attic

Isolation accompanies me within the garret of the ungrateful A resented window cast sunlight showing filth leisurely suffocate my splendor Developing rot slowly slivers toward loosened joints of earlier times Times of Contentment When I was praised, pleasured, and polished When children enchantingly traced my design with fascination When I stood proud, seeing rose tint cheeks spawned of complements based upon me When sunlight was awaited in displaying perfection (Daylight fades. The chair awakes of her memoirs, and prepares to pray before she sleeps) God. May one day I hold the pleasure of being noticed again Caressed by children, complemented by elders God, may one day polish bathe this battered frame Prosperous oaks shown in sunlight once more God, May one day I’m able to be blessed with tears Able to cry once a day in attempts to drown myself within irrelevant years