empty room disease

empty room disease

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR

this whole empty room thing
will be the death of me
cant stand another day of the echoing darkness
mocking my every word
spoken softly with tired lips
bleed me slow of ideas
watch it all circle the drain

this whole empty room thing
all the people said it would be so good for me
all the people thought what a vacation
from all those dark and dirty deeds
all those love poems full of poison

this empty room disease
crawling in my heart
have i given up
has the world forgotten me
there will be no rescue
there will be no sunshine day to come
no sweetest smile to save me

this empty room
silent all these years
filled with words i cant take back
filled with faces leaving
full of faces leaving
leaving

© 2015 MARK JOHN JUNOR


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Added on November 28, 2015
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MARK JOHN JUNOR
MARK JOHN JUNOR

miramar, FL



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