Its been a while since I last visited here.
I found cobwebs, and I need a brush to untangle them off the walls.
It also smells like old paper and cockroach poop.
Its been a while since the visiting lot checked on me
The clients perhaps found shop elsewhere
It is shameful, rummaging too
But like all fallen soldiers, I rise to face a new battle
This time I promise strength and stories
I have said that before, I know, and my eyes can’t go without the roll
But I shall not give up saying it until it becomes the very definition of who I am
The air that I breathe
I come to clean up, and clean up will I do
Keep around.. This time, it shall be more interesting!