Alone In the House

 

Alone in the House

The wind breaking against the window

Against the door

Whistling like an old lover

Who has come back once more.

 

There is nothing quite like forgiveness

When your betrayal has all but consumed you

In such a way, that you are addicted to hating your soul.

Nothing like forgiveness to take away some of the hate.

 

Alone in the house

Except for the clock that keeps ticking

You set your heart to the rhythm,
You there, with your legs tucked underneath.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

Welcome to writers cafe, excellent poem, I once lived in Gap Mills,WV and love those Mountaineers.