Sunday poem

Apr 4, 2010Find joy today

I see it stark
the metal-framed bed pushed violently
against the back wall
not so I wouldn’t fall to the floorboards
in a widening crevasse
but so I could embrace plaster
hope in its protection
as ghosts blew through
so near I tasted their breaths

that wall
my protection
my haven
my only friend

until You

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