An Empty Room
An empty room is all that’s left in me
Bereft of life and all that makes it home,
And since you left, its just a memory
Just spaces now, where once you used to roam.
A thought does steal across my troubled brow,
A feeling creeps yet in my failing heart,
But still the emptiness does not allow
Even hope to strike a spark and start.
But yet, my stubborn will cannot accept
That you are gone, and all the lights are out.
My destiny! Its promise has not kept;
Or has it? In me springs an innate doubt.
Though doubt may now have filled that empty space,
My heart yet pleads for you to take your place.
2007-05-17
06:52:59
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