Attic

You think this complete

that my hands touch not the skin of another

that my dreams empty of color

that my heart lies beyond repair.

 

I stand on soap box preaching

not of left behind wide eyed child

not to the benefit of whispering strangers

far worse.

 

This plight taken on in spite of you

not to relive this every morning

not to be kept hidden.

but to be the attic chains rattling.

 

I have forgotten not.

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

"to be the attic chains rattling"

that phrase alone makes the whole poem worth while. wonderful image.

[Delilah Dunn]

Beautiful...
I love your word choice and the depth of emotion and meaning in this piece. It is evocative in imagery and powerful in its simplicity. Thank you for the great read.