To Emily. Poem by jasper jcs

To Emily.



Depart this placid room,
I could never.
For I know not of these looming endeavours.

My filthy windows render no sentiment,
only barracade the prospect of an atrium.
My walls, My ominous forethought.
Driving, fueling, nourishing my delirium

What foolish misgivings,
my cowardly soul informs me.
That daunting door could behold such a hall that abhors me.

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