Empty room

In an empty room where colors fade,  
Cold walls stand bare, echoes cascade.  
Silence wraps tightly, a heavy shroud,  
Memories linger, though joy’s long bowed.  

Shadows curl softly in each quiet space,  
Remnants of laughter that time can’t replace.  
The air is thick with thoughts left unsaid,  
Simple tasks loom, filled with dread.  

Time stands still, a relentless thief,  
In this lonely fortress, there’s no relief.  
Lost in the silence, where hopes intertwine,  
In an empty room, where darkness aligns.  

Faded sunlight creeps through a cracked pane,  
Dust motes dance slowly, like ghosts of the slain.  
Each flicker whispers tales of what was once bright,  
Now swallowed by shadows, engulfed by the night.  

Corners harbor secrets, tucked away tight,  
Where dreams once flourished, now out of sight.  
The creak of old floorboards echoes the past,  
Marking the moments that didn’t seem to last.  

Ghostly reminders of footsteps now still,  
A heart once so full feels an aching chill.  
Time has a way of etching its scars,  
Leaving stories untold, like the distant stars.  

Yet in this stillness, a flicker of light,  
A hopeful notion swiftly takes flight.  
But the shadows grow longer, suffocating the dawn,  
As whispers of solace begin to be drawn.  

With each breath that falters, despair takes its toll,  
What once held a spark now darkens the soul.  
For in the bleak corners where silence resounds,  
The absence of love is the loudest of sounds.  

So let the shadows dance to a haunting refrain,  
In a lost empty room where dreams fell like rain.  
And though hope stirs softly, slipping away,  
In the end, even darkness will choose to stay.  **Empty Room**
by zailey lowder

In an empty room where colors fade,  
Cold walls stand bare, echoes cascade.  
Silence wraps tightly, a heavy shroud,  
Memories linger, though joy’s long bowed.  

Shadows curl softly in each quiet space,  
Remnants of laughter that time can’t replace.  
The air is thick with thoughts left unsaid,  
Simple tasks loom, filled with dread.  

Time stands still, a relentless thief,  
In this lonely fortress, there’s no relief.  
Lost in the silence, where hopes intertwine,  
In an empty room, where darkness aligns.  

Faded sunlight creeps through a cracked pane,  
Dust motes dance slowly, like ghosts of the slain.  
Each flicker whispers tales of what was once bright,  
Now swallowed by shadows, engulfed by the night.  

Corners harbor secrets, tucked away tight,  
Where dreams once flourished, now out of sight.  
The creak of old floorboards echoes the past,  
Marking the moments that didn’t seem to last.  

Ghostly reminders of footsteps now still,  
A heart once so full feels an aching chill.  
Time has a way of etching its scars,  
Leaving stories untold, like the distant stars.  

Yet in this stillness, a flicker of light,  
A hopeful notion swiftly takes flight.  
But the shadows grow longer, suffocating the dawn,  
As whispers of solace begin to be drawn.  

With each breath that falters, despair takes its toll,  
What once held a spark now darkens the soul.  
For in the bleak corners where silence resounds,  
The absence of love is the loudest of sounds.  

So let the shadows dance to a haunting refrain,  
In a lost empty room where dreams fell like rain.  
And though hope stirs softly, slipping away,  
In the end, even darkness will choose to stay.