~Home~

come and stay with me
the desolate home, dusty sheets
the ashes poured outward
from the blackened fireplace
now cold

with one board taken off the window
streams in, the light of the moon
down on the wooden chair
by the wooden stand
holding my book
my poor and dark book

Have you my words on your tongue
stay in here with me
and you'll see where the sorrow comes from

the feather pen
the empty ink
the half written page
left so
so that nothing leaves
I come with so many phrases and tangled thoughts
and a mind past prime, softened
containing pieces of lunacy

the sunken mattress lays on old wood
nothing goes unheard
steps creek and this structure trembles
and there is nothing left to do
setting alone
but to stare
and feel the sharp edges of my mind cut too deep
and watch the somber state of this place
effect me
if you come and stay with me
if you just stay with me
I will breathe for you
I will breathe for you, love

and I will tell you what my hands no longer can

From the emptiness I see a heart that yearns to be. Another great write ronin.

nice write like it

very nice