chez kyall

This hollow space
I fill its void five times a revolution
Lend it more character than its mural can provide
Bringing warmth to its crevices
Taking comfort in its familiarity

Shadowy events lurk in its history
Deception, forgery and tears
But it doesn’t put up with the fears I bring to it
It gives me consoling when nothing else can
It lights my imagination from burnt desperation

Once was the intelligence department
Why? Glory, I suppose
A childhood innocence distorted through competition
Now just a void that holds no meaning
To anyone but me

A tune plays in one corner
Its solemn melody uncovers years of wonder
I remember the moments of playfulness
The happiness.
I yearn to bring that back sometime.