An Empty Room :: shiri :: Original Poetry

An Empty Room

“An Empty Room”

Brightly colored walls

Damp and cold,

Wide opened window

Nice but old,

A door that hid nothing;

Just the floor, window and walls.

She keeps on saying

She’s happy,

She needed nobody,

Strong as the wall

Could face destiny’s call.

Surpassed all the sorrows;

Breathe through her window

And soared her very own floor.

Her eyes tells not

What you see;

I read it clearly

And she’s lonely,

For her heart

Is empty.