POETRY | BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

A house stood alone in a lonely barren field,

carrying a forlorn heart, grieving—unhealed.

The sun refused to shine upon this spot

where two people once tied the knot.

 

Windows were broken and chains were unleashed

inside old letters—torn and creased.

Photographs were gone into the abyss;

were all once a memory of bliss.

 

The rooms have remained empty,

until a ring broke the silence faintly.

But no one answered the phone

because none of us made it home.


Here’s my attempt to a couplet and an attempt to a new kind of featured image. 😂 Please let me know what you think of the changes in my blog. I’d love and appreciate it so much. xx

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