Silent Mansion


My heart is

a silent mansion,

shuttered and austere,

and I cannot ever promise

that you will find

what you need here,

for hope is a slow poison

that insidiously destructs,

and my past

has done its best

to eradicate the last

of my trust,

for the things I always wanted

have been smothered in

the fatal embrace of time,

and I’m not sure

they can be resurrected;

maybe it’s better

if I decline.

©️ j.sexton

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