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


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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