Dim

The dimness envelopes

life itself.

Faded furniture, over-walked rug.

Papers – scattered everywhere – say nothing.

And everything.

This cage is all that is left to see.

This body is all that is left.

This body. This man. In the dimness.

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6 responses to “Dim

  1. Have a drink.

  2. Profound words, Michele.

    I’ll have a drink with ya.

  3. Fire it up just for you, girl.

  4. Very evocative. Very sad.

    My next drink I toast to you.

    Hugs comin’ yer way sista’.

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