Charity Joy
1 min readApr 11, 2020

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Desolation take hold of this weathered nest.

Indistinct smell of cigarette left by a nameless guest.

Echoing silence echos from the floors to the walls.

The perfect rose begins to die as her last petal falls.

Trees tap my window to an invisible beat

Rain

abruptly

drops

making

my

loneliness

complete.

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Charity Joy

Reading, writing, laughing, record-playing, running, riding, hiking, cooking, dancing, growing, teaching, singing bad karaoke, helping, and other ing's.