Empty Room

September 12, 2005


Desolate and damp desire
crashes through the empty room
sending pain and suffering
through the cold and shadowed tomb.

I see the room.
I feel the pain.
I cannot move.
I am the stain.

my feelings flow,
my soul can fly,
and as I rise
I wonder why

my ending’s come
and not by fire.
I had my vice,
I had desire . . .


One comment

  1. The meter and cadence after the first stanza are wonderful here and you can’t help but be carried down through the piece from there. Nice.

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