Poems and Poetry

Wayfarer | A Poem by JD DeHart

Their steps clack
against the empty rooms
full of dust and debris.
Names hang above
the doors, but they are
not known. Not really.
Their better selves
they keep in back rooms,
stored up in corners,
pushed out of the way,
while they tour their new
place where comfort
has decidedly gone away.

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