Standing in the house.
Trying to hold the walls up while the shadows die.
Windows cracking,
Shattering to pieces
As the
Elephant
Is let loose
Wrecking havoc.
Some are still sleeping,
Or pretending too
In scattered spaces.
They sleep half awake
Hoping and praying that in the morning
The sun will be showing
And all will be put back in its place.
Instead they will find a
Big gaping hole filled with
Broken memories and tear stained letters,
Fragments of half truths
And lies.
Just another
Elephant in
Disguise.
Reblogged this on The Migraine Chronicles and commented:
The Damn Elephant!!!!
The Elephant every time!
Yes indeed:-) or a stampede! Thank you for commenting!
Pachyderms!!! You just can’t trust them. 😉
Certainly not 🙂 thank you!