I went into the loft today, where the
Spiders and mice are kings and queens, and light
Is scarcely a natural thing. The night
Had long-since gone, but knowing that daytime
Was just outside did nothing to quench my
Fear of irrational beasts. My throat dry,
My palms wet, the ladder shaking ‘neath me,
I climbed and I climbed into the darkness.
Groping for a switch to light the distress
Of shadows which lurked above my bedroom,
I illuminated the room, and found
The wheelchair where my grandad would sit, drowned
By the waves of time and smoky trails which
Kept the memories lashed to the chair so
That broken pictures of that good man could not go.
End.
Please tell me what you think
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Aw, this was so beautiful. It made my heart stop in bittersweet agony for about 2 seconds and it made it hard for me to breathe.
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wow this is amazing so far it is the only thing i read by you but i definately plan on reading more
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I like it! Its very discriptive. A very nice poem
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wow very nice has quite alot of immagery
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