Zeitalter | transgenerational poetry

how much can memory make disappear

and where does everything banished go to linger

hold tight

*

the further away I was

the more familiar my hands became

*

the longer I was away

the slower she died

*

I come home to the ruins of my childhood

only a few rooms contain life

*

my own ghosts hold on

reflecting everything that was lost

*

I live here

how much more

how much longer

how

at all

*

it looked beautiful once

but violence remodelled every single room

until abandonment said enough

for as long as we could

we stayed

knowing that nothing was okay

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: @croque_melpomene

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