Poetry / The Room

Long hath I sat
in silence withering
A dark domain
of walls and ceiling

Windows lit
on mornings rising
Fade to dark
on evening setting

No dream echos
nor laughter sing
no flower
on the mantel brightens
the bareness
of that which is.

A forlorn existance
so one might think.
Untill one who enters,
quick of wit
Changes it all
with just a click.

Now dreams unfold
with pen and brush
and what once was
does not exist.

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