Theme: Jilted


You promised the earth behind closed doors
but soon you follow the dirt
roads home winding
up and away to nowhere.

I can almost see the people from your past follow you there.
I watch their disappearing outlines in the distance
as talk like the murmur of sleep fills all the rooms.

I cared for the innocent part of you.
One never never knows...


More By  :  Bernie McCann

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