Winter Funeral

Stepping on shuttered dreams Feet bleeding wishes of travel Disable soul mails postcards To a corner called " Empty Apartment" Still nature on the thirteenth floor Mom's glasses left behind and a cup full of tears A phone ringing obsessively The door permanently unlocked… Jetlag freezes childhood memories Dirt squishes mortality between my toes Ravens on cracked limbs distract me A shovel full releases a white cloud I jump on ready made steps in snow Hungry children of the graves follow me I stop, they stop, I feel, they feel - so lonely Playing the game of “Orphaned Roulette”... for Matt's Contest "Empty Apartment"