Room

Gleaning and glimpse glitch,

Hacking a hallow cracked room,

Rather than cram my lonely croon,

Thine critter, I shan`t from the dark loom.

Lorgnette glasses remind single-handedly wistful diddles,

From Thine presence in the room, dittos,

All around I see Thine look,

Thine muffled silhouette hark back to me a sook.

Haunting voices, gestures in a musty room,

Scratchy nails from the corners, woos,

Thine presence flounces out every nook a cranny,

My nimble mind niggles me, tacky,

From Thine presence,

I give way to it,

And I Shall mourn, ordeal, unhappy.

C.J.Maciel

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