Where nobody is…

Time will turn new walls into old.
Bright colors will be covered by mold.
There are wide slipshod dabs
On grey befouled slabs.

A mural securely stores
All our dreams and hopes.
The shadows of feats and wins
In the house where nobody is…

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14 thoughts on “Where nobody is…

  1. Wow, great poem Unbolt! I love the theme of painting, painting is something I write about a lot in my poetry!

    Reminds me of these lines from my poem “Manic Attack / Panic Bivouac”:

    “…While tracing space and interlacing time
    And almost erasing my mostly neurotic tragedy
    But nightmare’s eve still retraces what happens
    And the painting’s always black and never dry

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