Cobwebs

The cobwebs revealed themselves…
In the farthest and darkest of corners
As, the accumulated weight was removed
And, the shelves lay barren…bereft of its wealth…

The sun caught the intricate patterns…
Dazzling in its devilish trickery…
The window watched.
Quietly

I walked up to the edge…
And, watched the grey clouds roll in
Its time…
It’s about to rain again

But, I am drawn back
By those empty shelves
Dust…Hollow…
And, cobwebs…

At, the end of it all
Alone behind the scenes, I wonder…
How many tears have I buried?
For every smile to be possible

And, I seek her hand…
To push the cobwebs away…
Push them away…into light
From the farthest and darkest corners of my mind

I had gotten rid of all I had…
But, not what was stored inside
Maybe, that brought the rain…
To help wash the debris away

The words flow like an aimless stream…
A steady patter on the windowpane
The crazy breeze threatening to ruin everything…
Dust. Cobwebs. Sleep…