Waiting For the Wrecking Ball
WAITING FOR THE WRECKING BALL
Windows blank,
Doors ajar;
Empty now,
Waiting --
Too many mornings
Filled with hope;
Renewed in a quest
For fulfillment.
Too many nights
Drained of promise;
Pulled in tight
For protection.
Every empty room
Holding memories
Of faded declarations
Of love and devotion.
Windows blank,
Doors ajar;
Empty now --
Tracks of suitcases
Filled with old dreams,
Filled with new tears,
Dragged across floors,
Pushed against doors,
Telling the story of vacated love.
Every empty room
Waiting without hope,
Knowing it’s over;
Waiting with resignation
For the wrecking ball
That comes with the final decree.
Copyright © Deb Radke | Year Posted 2010
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