Vacant stare

She sits and stares on the vacant stairs,

She sits and they offer no patency,

Other than their steep uprightness

And their obvious No Vacancy.

This is no place to sleep

But offers solace from the town,

As she sits betwixt the top

And the stairs that lead her down.

Those who pass on their way up

Go past without a care

And those who pass on their way down

See not her vacant stare.

 

 

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Thank you M

INSPIRED BY OCTOBER WRITING PROMPTS 

FROM PUTTING MY FEET IN THE DIRT

THOUGHTS AND PERSPECTIVES FROM THE MIND OF A COMMON GIRL

 COPYRIGHT © 2017 GRANT FENTON – ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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