Treasure Island

Marie Daniels


The Room


The room
Stands empty
Before me
And the
Furniture
Is ripped
From the walls
And the
Photos are
Empty frames
The room
Has nothing
At all.
The curtains
Have fallen
From the window
The carpet
Is torn
From the floor
The room
That was trapped
With memories
Doesn't
Hold any
No more.

Submitted: Friday, May 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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