Tim by Angela O’Connor


Below the worn wooden stairs in a cupboard
Long forgotten,
Lays my past love, torn, alone and rotting.
Against a peeling wall, painted unloved eyes,
Deliver only stories of mould and childhood lies.
He sits forlorn in this broken home.
Below the worn wooden stairs in a cupboard,
Long forgotten

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