Apartment 426…

An empty canvas lying on the floor next to the night stand
Ashtray filled with cigarette butts
Curtain drawn, floor covered with specks of colors
Empty bottles of Red Johnny Walker
The stench of dry paints and turpentine
Charcoal pencils covered with grime
Inside the pile on the bed
I saw the artist painted in red
Time, had left its finger print
In apartment four twenty six.

by Emu Getachew

Comments (4)

Nice descriptive poem, indeed indeed this poem is full of mystery....thank you for sharing.10
a mystery poem..a conclusion left to us..lovely imagery with words...great
Short and cute 10
Good graphics.Sounds like my place.