December #BlogBattle: Merge
Carrie doesn’t live here anymore I walk from room to room The air that wrapped her, touches me Echoing past time The cushion on her chair sags with age Pointing at me, accusingly. screaming Why doesn’t Carrie live here anymore? I melt into the wallpaper Old, musty, dry walls I feel the weight of age I see the room through faded colours Tears held by fading flowers Paper peeling like old skin I feel like a ticking clock without the tick Worn out by time, the hands stuck At ten past twelve I see it on the mantelpiece The fire long cold, as Carrie doesn’t live here anymore A cold breeze rolled the walls That’s when I realised, I no longer live here…
© AnitaDawes 2021
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Wow, that opening line is a throat grabber! The whole theme of Distress is carried through, and I even liked how the ‘Tears’ held by fading flowers could mean both those that stream from your eyes or rips in the paper. And then the last line was another punch … one of my favorites!
Thank you so much…
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