The pantry stands solemn a quiet repository
by plainspokenrefuse
· 10/03/2026
Published 10/03/2026 10:39
The pantry stands solemn, a quiet repository,
where time has stuffed away its secrets—
a jar spills, and spices scatter like dreams,
everything molding, fading—like light in the night.
A solitary can, dented and forgotten,
sits in the corner, a reminder of hopes,
a shelf of things once vibrant, now stale,
like memories left to gather dust, to disappear.