A daily pompt.

The Old House, dusty hallway,

Photographs, framed, hidden stains.

A Gallery – regretful

Faces leer, beneath brows furrowed.

Yet, the daily path leads on

Down this Hallway, all alone.

They watch me. Their Eyes score deep

Bleeding tracks – Mind-Paralyzed.

Move on, each Eye Memorized.

© CGT, 2017.

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