The Undarkened Room
Light breaches
My drawn heart
Where darkness once enveloped
Now heavy violet drapes sit sloping
Precariously
Light touches
The outermost corners
Where dust once lay prevalent
Now sifting
Ever impermanently
Change teases
The long-since dormant flame
That now just sits
Remnants of vitality are spitting
Hungrily.
Rebecca .a. Huxley
Copyright © Rebecca Huxley | Year Posted 2017
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