Chains of Air Date: Saturday, 1st November 2014 @ 07:55:36 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Invierno Such a crowded room my minds/'/ become, alone, yet filled with everyone. These chains of air, were they steel would afford me greater hope than my hands and feet tethered with the silliness of rope- I should be so unconcerned. When tendrils of actions and mossy memories clamber and struggle to choke out the now, my arm can/'/t heft the machete required to strike the heart and plough them back. The old house on the lonely road given over to nature/'/s indifference- this is the state I find myself, windows gaping glassless, wood soft to a thousand rains and shady creepy ivy that inch by inch makes gains. This poem is Copyright © Invierno Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=179561