The Place I Best Remember Poem by Hm. Nes
The Place I Best Remember
When I come
to the place I
best remember,
I remember the
shadows cast on
barren walls,
venetian blinds
hanging gotch-eyed.
I can still hear the
muffled moans and
floorboards creaking
as I shift my weight
from one foot
to the other. And
I remember
the fear of being
heard; so I stand
statuesque and
let the shadows pass
across my pallid face
until darkness
consumes
the whole world.
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