October Home – prikcab (Ian Perlman)


in Octobers dusk

I can hear the falling leaves 

like whispers tapping upon the ground


sweet pine hanging in the air

brings me closer 

to what feels like home


longing to stay the night with you

until you tell me no

dwelling in disaster never bores me


broken sunsets make me cry

the trailing tears lay dried

as unspoken words on the window pane


laying there with empty arms

has the darkness lasting long

empty space is hard getting used to


drowning in the words you never spoke

fate holds the winning hand 

that takes the pot every time


surprised by nothing once the curtains draw

some stolen sorrow would sure be welcomed

smiles carefully hide in pockets till the dawn


weary is the mind constantly racing

heavy is the truth that holds the hammer

lonely is the heart chasing yesterday



Boston, MA – 10.8.19

Read more of prikcab (Ian Perlman) at http://www.lookinginyourwindow.com



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