Wooden Voices
Wooden voices hollowed out decline
Reject reality inclinations
Floor boards and walls ache with pain, paint and clutter
An empty room stands rejected
Becomes resigned, exposed to portals of lost time
What once was a pink apartment poor
Bums inhabit now from gutters
Live like kings for a week
Yellowed walls draw attention in a frown
To a cancer for a chance of being rented
One burnt out light hangs in the chamber
Not on center stage but from the ceiling
Feeling every bit of gray from age
Filaments of light bulbs don't discriminate
Tenements collapse and so do they
A map is not required in the dark
Floors seek no approval
Sounds creak
That is enough to find your way about
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