In the corner of a forgotten room,
Lies a pile of secrets, heavy with gloom,
It's not just clothes that linger there,
But tales of addiction, laid bare.

Each shirt a witness to nights gone astray,
Stained with the remnants of another day,
Cigarette smoke, and whiskey stains,
Memories of pleasures, but also pains.

Socks tangled like thoughts in a troubled mind,
Lost in the chaos, hard to find,
They bear the weight of restless feet,
Wandering down forbidden streets.
In the corner of a forgotten room,
Lies a pile of secrets, heavy with gloom,
It's not just clothes that linger there,
But tales of addiction, laid bare.

Each shirt a witness to nights gone astray,
Stained with the remnants of another day,
Cigarette smoke, and whiskey stains,
Memories of pleasures, but also pains.

Socks tangled like thoughts in a troubled mind,
Lost in the chaos, hard to find,
They bear the weight of restless feet,
Wandering down forbidden streets.

Jeans worn thin from endless walks,
Through alleys dark where danger stalks,
They hold the echoes of desperate cries,
Whispered secrets, hidden lies.

Among the mess, a tangled mess of lace,
A dress once worn with elegance and grace,
Now crumpled and stained, a symbol of despair,
A reminder of nights beyond repair.

This dirty laundry tells a tale,
Of battles fought and dreams derailed,
But in the folds of each forgotten piece,
Lies the hope of a future, a chance for release.

So let us gather the pieces torn,
And wash away the stains of scorn,
For in the darkness, there's still light,
To guide us through the longest night.
Jeans worn thin from endless walks,
Through alleys dark where danger stalks,
They hold the echoes of desperate cries,
Whispered secrets, hidden lies.

Among the mess, a tangled mess of lace,
A dress once worn with elegance and grace,
Now crumpled and stained, a symbol of despair,
A reminder of nights beyond repair.

This dirty laundry tells a tale,
Of battles fought and dreams derailed,
But in the folds of each forgotten piece,
Lies the hope of a future, a chance for release.

So let us gather the pieces torn,
And wash away the stains of scorn,
For in the darkness, there's still light,
To guide us through the longest night.


© Sisco Puentes