Delighted Stains

​I walked in, scraping sheets of fear with every step

Orbs of light, little bugs delight
I turn the corner and find blood stained photos with faces of shock and independence 
But where did they go? Running maybe, died probably, scared most likely of

The lives they once lead

Didn’t go ahead
Moving around in the night

Trying to shed any insecurity


Dignity right

Wandering into holes of black 

Moulding, there’s beauty in the decay

And I’ve run into more abandoned people than i have non vacant houses


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s