Friday, April 18, 2008

Empty Room

The table littered with,
colour photos in pretty frames.
Adornments and light abound the room,
gleaming ornaments lay proudly on the shelf.
A poem absent of meaning,
mere pretty words in a forgotten form.
Letters strung together,
when read form sound and empty verse.
Like life,
where traffic and people walk by,
where friends speak as do you,
but no one hears.
A certain quiet amidst the noise,
as one finds himself alone,
in an empty room.

joey

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