Volume 2 - Issue 3
The raindrops forgotten and leftover from the cloud's recent cry
Trickled down the fogged glass pane
And as the sun cruised over the deserted terrain
Through the slightest gap in the heavy velvet curtains
Tried to peek in the dim-lighted room
Revealing the small specks of glittering dust swimming the air
The subtle sound of a gentle strum of the guitar
Echoed in the lair
The scent of a million roses flooded the room
But still felt faint
The bold colors on the cracked walls began to fade
The space between the walls were unoccupied
But the 'empty' room seemed to still be pleasantly bustling with life
Once-loved books gently lying on the stained wooden shelves
Each an enchanted doorway allowing one to be a different self
The edge of the little bedside table adorned with the simplest white lace
The tiniest metallic green bugs caught up in a game of chase
A ceramic mug which once accommodated the hottest coffee
Which's aroma alone can set a prisoner of time free
Pillows which once held a human head
with a mind enriched with thoughts and emotions
Lay on the frayed mattress
The wind slowly blew across and above the wooden floor
Causing the insects to turn their heads and look above
Above into the room no bigger than a small alcove
Tucked away in a nook of the world
The rusting doorknob longing to be turned
The frayed textbooks on the table wishing to be learned
The dust from the fan slowly parachuting down
The shining jewels buried and forgotten hoping to be worn
The posters slowly falling off the wall
The red telephone waiting for the once familiar ring of a call
The beige hair of a dog on a black leather jacket
A cloud-white charger left on the now defunct socket
A million happenings in an 'empty' room
All making no noise
Joyfully living in gloom
There's a lot of life
A million tunes
Playing to the wonder
Of an empty room.
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