attic conversationsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoattic conversations
the
upstairs in my heart is riddled with boxed up
emotions dusty denotations literal languishing in
lonely lobotomy no conundrum just untouched love
breeding echoes
maybe those sounds i
hear at night in my dreams, not strong enough to
wake me but cold enough to
produce shivering sighs ghost like demolitions
of cardboard feelings
the memories creek with
the sprinkling of moonbeams as i lie silent staring at the ceiling wondering why i am so
afraid to go up there.
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Added on August 22, 2015Last Updated on August 22, 2015 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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