No ghosts enter the room,
That's filled with nothing,
it lined the walls and the floor,
but that's what made the room
so enchanting.
The nothingness,
the feeling of being the only thing
within the small world
the room had made.
Even though there are no ghost,
I still talk to them,
still talk to the gray walls
and the cornet floors.
I like the feeling
that loneliness brings.
YOU ARE READING
Dear: Hell
PoetryThe elevator broke now death played with you all night. - Hell's Deal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sometimes monsters are real, sometimes Hell is fictional, but both have impacted many lives. So, take seat with some coffee and enjoy this poetry collection.
