The Portrait - Poem by Johann Graham
A room of empty picture frames
is shunned behind a locked door.
Rotting and stained windowpanes
lead the sunlight to the floor.
On the wall a painting hangs,
covered in white sheet.
Not to be seen by any man
and forever nailed to concrete.
Inside her home for decades,
the dead woman walks the hall.
A specter lurking in the shades,
her portrait; the painting on the wall.
So she glares at the white dusty sheet,
pondering the beauty hidden behind.
Oblivious to the cracking concrete,
in search of memories she cannot find.
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