Quiet Places

A place that brought me peace, and it is now being destroyed

A place, nestled in the corner of my home

A place, with wonders forbidden to me

Skeletons of my families legacy buried

ivory frames that gift me the marrow from their past

A place, regarded to "dangerous" for a child

A place, deemed " Privileged" and not for my eyes

The dark of this room, the sepulture for dead memories

Giving me light and life in my musings.

A place, My sanctuary, in which I gladly locked myself

A place, sut off from the living world below 

My mind keeping me in the void

in silence transforming into my Claude Frollo

A place, that is now in jeopardy

A place, I'm helping to destroy.

the tables are to be cleared

and the contents to be burned 

A place, I can't leave behind

A place, that holds so much power on me

It holds some of the last glimpses of my imprinted father

parchments and pictures that still hold him to me.

I can't loose him again. 

Author's Note

Sorry if it's not really poetry, more just feelings I want out. I'll take any suggestions to improve, thanks for reading.

Reviews

[The Watcher]

This is a very beautiful poem, and really emotional too. We make poetry what we want it to be, and there's no shame in writing whatever you want. Good job, and kudos to you.

[Silent Knight]

I liked it. Good emotion.

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You know what I really liked it :) even if it was just feelings you wrote them out very well and I could feel them. Really good write.