It’s the empty room
Filled with its heavy silene,
The crowd filled room
And no one to share with.
Thoughts left bottled on shelves,
Like so many unread books
Their seeds turning to ash
Before touching the ground.
Words lay unspoken
With no heart to hear them,
No blending of paint,
The mind’s eye lays empty
Hanging on yesterday’s whispers.
Tomorrow’s flowers wilt with no sun,
Their shared tending left neglected
Only feeding the empty sorrow
From shuttered doors
In the days gone byes warmth.
The shattered jewel’s pieces
Are horded like a miser
Looking toward the gordian knot
Hidden in the smiles shadow.
The cold of the future spilling into the now.
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