First Death

There is a quiet here
the room sweating from the days heat
pictures hanging from the wall
how odd to see a winters pond
skaters floating round
while my life lays sweltering
in its own ruin
Yet another day

It was four years ago
maybe to the day
or is it five now?
I don’t know
the day this room came alive
trapping me here
sealing me inside its breathing walls
laughing, laughing at me

My mind no wiser today
just constantly slipping away
not really remembering
if I lived before
or if there was some door
that I walked through
to forget my life
or if it even was

© 2011 John Richter

About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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