The Attic

Confined in this hardened attic

Virtual escapement teetering

Thoughts of love smothered with static

A single bulb hanging from a string

Might I have the same fate

Life cannot give what death may bring

Lone window covered in dust

Resemblance of my tattered soul

Was it love or only lust

Remnants of the days have gone

Flashes of a swift escapement

Departed quicker than a winter yawn

Thoughts are my own confinement

My own spirit can set me free

Set my heart in alignment

I must leave this hardened attic

For reverie of love has let me be

The grandeur of life is mostly erratic