The room lies by itself in silence
The very chair with dust on it
Silence enters the room despite my noise
The hallways seem as if there is no life
I remember the good old times
The laughter has died
The rooms are empty
Meaning has become useless
Even the walks feel like a ghost town
The bed lies made as before
The swing has not swung forlorn
Yet I cannot see anything
Lost in the world that seems to be moving
Looking around, nothing seems alive
I try to live but feel like I am missing
The house is so empty, loving nothing more
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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