Verbal mumblings
stir inside walls
that peel with depression
white stench
thick enough to swallow
evaporating sanity
churning the inside
of every single moment
spent searching.
A gathering of years
piling up in dirty shades
of long forgotten breath
still pacing corridors
back and forth
as life fades in grey
waiting for Sunday
the smell of home
bringing each soul back to unfurrowed days.
A contest entry
- kitchen by Melissa Gayle.
360 points, ended September 30, 2007, 14 entries
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Wonderful piece.
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