A Season's CornerA Poem by hattrick1090A basement room Silence fills it What’s left to be said It’s understood The table speaks it all A piece of paper with stains of rain A mix tape drowned in ink And a cd revealing the subtle truth A staircase lined with pictures Leads to an empty kitchen Worn shoes that need to be filled Sit near a door soon to be opened The air hangs heavy with words unspoken Beneath the exit a moment to embrace I stumble down steps to a concrete path A glance back to see what I’ve left Behind thin glass a silhouette watches You are a shadow that I cannot perceive Luminous lights line the pavement While cars stretch down a vacant street I’m drowning in my thoughts A curb extends it’s greeting towards me It offers me a port in the storm Signs of no meaning line a bare road They are disregarded daily And I am in succession with them I can be read, yet you fail to open this chapter Just as they are ignored and passed by To the corner I turn in hopes of an impulse Second thoughts will always act first And a moment shall be left unchanged Above the sky the stars are masked Except the occasional flicker Caught through a hole in the atmosphere A mackerel sky is what I reside in An exodus is calling and if not accepted I shall turn to an effigy left to ponder till dawn The door opens as I am ready for course I am going somewhere Where you may ask I do not know But the winds shall take me Followed by the faded sounds of a broken radio I am going somewhere © 2010 hattrick1090Author's Note
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