Bleach Water and Dish SoapA Poem by K.C. ZbrykWorks really well to clean a wall...He stands in the bare room Walls stripped of all pictures Left blank and pockmarked So strange it is to be here Staring at this bleached canvas again And he can feel the small twinge The slight irritation The desire to decorate again But this is not his purpose here This place will soon be returned The apartment is now vacant And walls are only a testament So he runs the rag over the surface To continue washing away The residual memories Left on the paint Watermarks fade away Cracks become more apparent But every time he returns to this room, This blank space, he remembers The first time walking through the door The simple open space Free of furnishings and clutter He remembers wandering silently From room to room Opening doors and inspecting all along the way He can almost feel the manager Standing in the doorway He can remember the feeling that crept slowly up his spine As he realized this was it, this was home for a moment But that was the past and This is now There is no woman Waiting to hear what he thinks Anxious to collect his money There are only repairs to be done And a schedule to keep This place is no longer a home It has truly become Vacant 06/01/2013 0605 am © 2013 K.C. ZbrykReviews
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Added on June 1, 2013Last Updated on June 1, 2013 AuthorK.C. Zbrykthat one with the lights, and buildings too!, COAboutHi I'm Kiefer. Not the actor, or any other strange kiefer titled product, I'm just an amateur writer working on some stories and spitting out the occasional poem. Everything that is posted here is.. more..Writing
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