Poetry · Writing

locked door- hidden keys

trespassing,

the sign said no trespassing

this was my home

now boarded up

red tape

for sale sign.

missed a page or two

why

all i want is home to feel like home;

trespassing,

memories of the open house

memories of the warmth

fresh scent of home

trespassing,

not welcome

it’s not what i want

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