AN ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS - The Empty Room

Volume 2 - Issue 3

The Empty Room

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.