A Empty Room

Photo credit: Ashton D., Vincennes, IN

I used to love nature.
Watch a flower grow and bloom.
Now I am all alone
Here in an empty room.

I used to love to play.
The suns rays, i used to consume.
But even the sun himself has left me
Here in an empty room.

I suppose because it has reasons.
To which I do presume.
To leave me here to die,
Here in an empty room.

"Or perhaps maybe not"
I say, as i build my tomb.
And yet, what does it matter? I am
Here in an empty room.

Farewell to anyone who hears me.
I speak with great volume.
I shall see you in another life, or perhaps,
Here in an empty room.

Reviews

[Justin]

Nice piece! It has good flow! I really enjoyed reading this, jeez, you seem to be getting better and better with each poem, and mine all stay the same, haha. I also like the message, very deep, and I feel I can relate to it.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Yes there is lots to think about in an empty room, been there done that. Nice poem.