Waves - A Tale Of Golden Keys

a picture in the hallway is al that’s left for me

the dust on out bedsheets

calls out so desperately

i walk down the pathway sand beneath my feet

inhale all the silence surrounding my sleep

a photograph in frame lies broken on the floor

the inksand from my desk

smashed against your door

i ride along not knowing what for

i pass out while i’m drinking

still craving for more

the lights break down the guards

for waves to pass the dark

M.T.