Un-welcome

 

 

Pacing an old worn out carpet,

losing minutes,

begging for mercy beneath

two constant feet

dragging heavily out of sync with reality

 

Threaded tangles on edges

of past conversations

silence faded paths fray in overcast destinations

given an opportunity,

squandered

 

Where dirt collects in fibers

Woven tight with no explanations,

leaving stains on the path,

sucked in a vacuum

with the rest of the trash

 

Clogging filters in a cloud of dust,

choking off all breathing

as life becomes

wall to wall sadness

to a doormat heart

that has outlived its welcome

Reviews

[Confuser]

Oh, the imagery is wonderful, your description and the metaphors I love. I love it! So sad.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much for your wonderful reviews of my poetry. I am thrilled you liked this one.

[Confuser]

When I saw this again, just then, I smiled I did love it so. He lies, like a rug (country lyric). Thank you.

[David Scott]

A new twist for an old metaphor, or an old doormat...
We take a real beating at times will... Somehow, it seems to fulfill our purpose, other times it seem to be a waste of our talents.

[willweb]

Thanks so much David, but do me a favor,wipe your feet before you come in here the next time, I just had the carpet cleaned. :) Just kidding, thanks again for the visit and the nice comments.

[Matching Socks]

Chin up darlin', can't possibly be that bad, can it?
Will, you do these sad poems so well. Love reading both your happy and sad, always pulls at my emotions,

[willweb]

Thanks so much Ana for your nice words today. It is that bad and if tears were poetry I would be writing non-stop.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think the carpet needs to be pulled up...and the bare flooring of the heart attended to.
again you carry your metaphors through so nicely, Will.

jacob

[willweb]

Thanks Jacob for your nice comments today.