The House Is Empty Poem by Blai gonzalez

The House Is Empty



Leaving it all and leave, to live.
Time, experiences, turing back and silence.

Now those words scape
until those reach the spider web corners
of the childhood bedroom.


uniting all those strange thoughts,
they remain sticky in those spider webs.

they lived with those,
like the unsaid words.

Not even the spiders were able to digest it.

Monday, November 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: house,regret,solitude,emptiness
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