Laurence Overmire

In A Tiny Room - Poem by Laurence Overmire

the dust upon the floor
a cache of broken curios
tables cluttered clean
my life tumbled here about me
years have dripped across the walls
and pools of wasted seconds
stain the carpet and the tile
no sound can shatter silence
the dreams are buried here
do not disturb the dead
a tiny room
my tomb.

(Previously published in Rustlings of the Wind, Spring 2000)

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  • (12/11/2009 1:49:00 PM)

    Sets a somber and reflective mood. Spooky. -chuck (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2008

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