Four Walled Box

In lieu of a decent posting, I offer this not so decent attempt at poetry. It was inspired while I had the house to myself when Donna and the kids were in New York.

Four Walled Box

They’re gone now
All three, gone
Silence echoes
Stillness permeates
Solitude stains
Loneliness sets in like cancer
Small at first, a lump
The memory of
misplaced socks,
Then ravaging, it eats away.
The touch
The voices
The emotions
Electronic chemo fails
So alone in this Four Walled Box
One miracle cure
They return


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