Desolation

I have known the exposed desolation of white walls,
Dripping with fresh paint, fumes suffocating,
All the plain pre-packaged promises of empty boxes,
Filling with pictures, and pillows, and infinite keepsakes,
Perpetual ripping of tape and cardboard, barbaric,
Stumbling over piles of junk and mountains of clothes,
Empty closet, bookshelf barren except for the cloud of grey
Dust that covers everything, coughing from the smell of it.
And I have known the sorrow of torn down posters,
Loneliness of a freshly washed carpet, a newly stripped bed,
Slamming of dresser drawers, now empty of their guts,
Bottomless garbage bags, deformed cable ties, a circus of trash,
A crisp clean room, only ghosts dare to linger.

Comments

ambercurry37

This is a great poem. I love the imagery. It really brings the poem to life. What significance does this poem hold for you?

mychellagrl

Hey thank you so much! Part of what I like about this poem is the fact that it can stand on its own without any background information, it leaves the reader to interpret it as they wish. That being said, for me it was about the fact that right before I came to college my mother informed me that we would be moving out of my childhood house... 10 days before we had to be out of the house. So I had ten days to pack up my whole life.

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