POEM – WHAT MATTERS
Nothing really matters anymore.
Especially when the spiders web weaves her gold thread over the corners of the gray door.
The rays of sunshine crave you, needing you just that little bit more.
But hinges are too rusty to swing easily like before.
Tempting to kick it down and jump out to explore.
Just to feel your burning heat under your feet on the hot floor.
Leaving the warm…