Shattered Poem by Sheila Papaleo

Empty rooms, devoid of life
Ancient snapshots strewn about
Anything of value, hastily taken
While decaying memories,
Are left behind like garbage,
In piles on the floor...
Empty rooms echo silence;
Barren chambers whose only occupants
Are the ghosts of some long ago
And heart-felt sadness
Bare walls that hold recollections
Of voices raised in anger,
Of tears shed in isolation,
Of a love that somehow died...
A lifetime of accumulated treasures,
Are divided in resentment
And the winner walks away
With an armful of small, pathetic prizes
Empty rooms bear silent witness
To shattered hopes and dreams
As two battle-weary souls
Forge separate paths
With unknown destinations...
And behind they leave
The casualties of their war,
To pick up the pieces
To fill the empty rooms...