Basement trash

Dust collecting

On everything

My passions

My loves

My hates

All stale.

Nothing new,

Or exciting,

Or anything,

At all.

Coming, going

Nothing lasts

Nothing real,

At least.

Thin veil

Of gray

Soft blanket

Covering all.

White glove,

Test failed,

Visible everywhere.

Falling apart,

Even now,

No end

In sight.

Old records

Gathering dust

Deep in

The basement.