So much for the warmth by the fire;

the welcome mat placed by the front door,

and the guiding beam that was once the porch light.

 

Doors are locked and bolted.

windows shut, giving only prison views.

only moon beams peak passed torn curtains.

 

It was fun while it lasted.

 

Poems written by:

Chuck Harp

 

Chuck is an aspiring writer and Temple University graduate from the Philadelphia area. Growing up, he was captivated by storytelling, which led to his passion of crafting screenplays, comic books, as well as long and short from fiction.