Saved For Another Day

Swept under carpet,
Old memories of living.
Dust to clean, put away
To deal with another day.
Too hard to handle the effect that you left,
The imprint that’s on the floor.

Mites running from one end to the other,
House over flooded with bugs, eating at me.
Wood, my home,
Fading, becoming nothing as time passes.
Kneading at anything,
Pounding their faces into the remnants.

Forget the bad; start over new,
Sleep, rest I need to revamp.
Save all this for another time to clean,
The blood will stain, a memory hidden.
Scars on the floor,
A stint of originality.

Marks made, no one else will have
The same furniture to show off.