I Walk the Halls...A Poem by Brett Hernan
I step
the empty hallways we used to walk. I stand at open doorways of empty rooms and eavesdrop on the voices of people I remember in there I used to hear. © 2017 Brett Hernan |
StatsAuthorBrett HernanHobart, Tasmania, AustraliaAboutLow-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..Writing
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