The Clean-Up

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!