Red Roof

If I today could just unfeel
  in someplace open and remote,
  and wear my age like peeling paint,
  with none to question, or misquote,

I’d settle into solitude:
  a red roof in a world so wide,
  and revel in the emptiness
  that mirrors how I feel

  inside

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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