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The Hall Is Narrow

December 5, 2018

Old House Window ~ photo by Patrice

The hall is narrow
The ceiling falling down
My way to the living room
Can’t be found.

A method of cooking fills
Mouldy kitchen air
Where cabinets hang
Feeling no loving care.

Nothing to clean away
Night terrors experienced
In a cluttered bedroom
Where sleep is not
Usually assumed.

Another way, another day
Maybe tomorrow will be perfect
Making this just a dream
I dreamed yesterday.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

6 comments

  1. It’s a great verse!

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    • Thank you so much. When I’m down and wondering if anyone is reading my work, your comments come and lift me up. Thank so much.

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      • Patrice: I get that feeling about my posts, too– blogging can feel very lonesome sometimes. 🙂

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      • It can can’t it. But it also breathes life into something, somewhere that fulfils an unexplained need. If that makes sense 😀

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      • Perfect sense. And, self expression – even when it seems to ring out into nothing but a vacuum, always feels better than holding it in. 🙂

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      • Isn’t that the truth🤗

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