Tuesday, February 2, 2010

room beside

in the room beside
is a better version of me
i hear his trot echo with a rythm on the floorboards

in the room beside
my concience calls
but i can only hear the shape of its paternal words

in the room beside
my daydreams waltz
i sense movement all muffled by this rocks crud

in this room inside
the wallpaper is torn
and the splintered walls are exposed like shame