letting go – Noellie's Place

Wasted Time

Empty palms reading brail
Written words across your brow
Time is just an illusion
Existing within a rhythm
Creating our own timepiece

Infection and contagion are their life mission

When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?

Staring at ghosts through a phantom window
Unwilling to turn away
Allowing the air to be taken from room

Will anyone see the pith that stumbled on embedded debris