blog, Poetry, Writing


Scents that I don’t recognize

That suffocate me 

Bundles of books stacked so tall

They look like a wall

Light that comes from a window

The streaks of which were oh so few

Abandoned in a place unknown

But gives a feeling of something known

The land so hard and cold

Making it even harder to stay bold

Everything about and aroud is just not right

Wishing for it to be just another imaginary fright

Thinking back to those moments that mattered

Because things are still yet scattered.


Not going to bore you with an explanation for this one. As always I hope you’re having a great week.

I’ll see you in my next post.

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