Past Burned Bed Sleep
Going Backwards
Like wet wood
The stance I took
I must have lost
To the leftovers
The flood drowned
In stench rotten carpets
That stole the smell
Of the family home
I torched the bed of the front room
No 1 wishes to sleep in
For fear of ghost's
New sheet's can't cover
From the undiscovered
Truth no 1 dare speak of
For dredging up the past
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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