Tuesday, 11 August 2020

To exist

 

A wind flows through this fortress

Bent on finding release

Where through the slits deception seeps in

Fighting for dominion

 

This present breath is sustenance

Pulsing inspiration through the halls

To every room that needs it

 

A single loop of air

Is a vacuum’s ventilation

 

 

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Open the door and let the wind escape
Let it outside, stir up the fallen leaves

Like belly-butterflies,suddenly alive again
Memories of summer's past

Simone D. said...

I enjoy reading your poems a lot!
Thankfully, you started posting again.
Inspiration regained?

Simone.