The Clutter πŸ’‹ Written By Nichole Sulpizio



The bakery smells of sweet treats

Anise and chocolate walnut

To be exact

Air stuffy in the morning light

Clutter fills her mind

The register clattering

As the coins fall

Faces familiar

Each has a name

But none she can remember

Gazing out the large window pane

At the passing cars

Wizzing through

Traffic heavy


Horns honking


Like a argument can insue

Welcome to ” JERSEY”

She sighs

Her mind clouded

Yet her stomach rumbles


But not for just food

But for the one

Who will come and save her from the monotony

And a past of utter regret

Villains and vandals

That stole her innocence

Of what she believed love to be

A single tear falls

Stuck in the mud too long

To whom does she belong with

Friends from miles away

Guide her

Each and every day

They insist think with your head

Not your…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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