Monday 19 January 2015

In these harsh lands.

Please excuse me while I close these doors.
The wind keeps making them creak.

I'll close the windows as well,
Shut the blinds while I'm at it.

The light's too bright, Daddy.
They hurt my eyes.

Dim the lights for me, please.
Let me take comfort in the dark.

I can't see that you're not here
Now that The Dark hides it.

I don't see how big and empty the house is
I don't see furniture where it used to be





And here,
Leave me be.

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