The Empty Room
In the corner, shadows linger,
Where sunlight used to play,
Once vibrant walls now pale and bare,
A hollow space where laughter lay.
The echoes of joy have faded,
Replaced by whispers of the past,
Memories dance like dust motes,
In a room too silent, too vast.
The chairs sit still, their cushions worn,
No stories shared, no dreams to weave,
Just remnants of warmth, now forlorn,
A ghostly space where hearts grieve.
Windows shut, the curtains drawn,
The air hangs thick, a muted shroud,
Once alive with hope at dawn,
Now smothered by the weight of a cloud.
Walls that once cradled moments dear,
Now hold the sighs of endless night,
Each creak and groan, a silent tear,
In the empty room, devoid of light.
I wander through this vacant place,
Tracing the outlines of what once was,
Yearning to fill the hollow space,
To resurrect the joy, to pause.
Yet still it stands, a solemn shell,
A testament to all that's lost,
A sanctuary where shadows dwell,
And warmth is counted as the cost.
But deep within, a flicker fights,
A memory sparking against the gloom,
A whisper of hope, a spark ignites,
To breathe back life into the room.
For even the emptiest spaces,
Can hold the promise of a new day,
And from the stillness, a heart embraces,
The chance to chase the shadows away.
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Whispers of the Soul
شِعرIn "Whispers of the Soul," the poet invites readers on an intimate journey through the intricacies of human emotion and experience. This collection captures the delicate balance of joy and sorrow, love and loss, solitude and connection. Each poem se...
