a poem Without Meaning

returning to the brick-walled dampness of that place

can leave you with a sense of dread

akin to that of waiting for an age-old friend

to return a call you never gave them

while you peer into their eyes in the hallway,

hopeful,

but complete strangers now,

for neither knows the other

or the shiver down your shoulders

that creeps behind your eyes

and around the front of your temples

during the cold of the early morning,

sipping coffee and leaning against the counter

in anticipation

of someone waking up

to the creaking of the steps

or the rapid pounding of your heartbeat

and the breaking of the mug that s t i n g s  your fingertips

so when the last bell rings its song

a mournful sound for all to hear

don't forget the building

for it is a warning sign, you see

to stay away from the cold and dead

d r i p s

of that damp brick-walled building you used to love

death lies there

#poetry