Room 413 has been empty for a while now
Its visitors have gone and never returned
The silver locks worn by hands wrinkled and faded
stand side by side
An army for a war people have chosen to forget
Inside the couch is torn
Only the cracks have stayed untouched
The purple gloss faded away
without a departure date
The carpet curls within itself
Beaten and marked by souls that bore weight
and some that carried none at all
It has lost its purpose
The frames tilt but spill no paint
leave no mark
Stuck in time
there is no future for them
And the walls
How they shamelessly stare
Gaurding what can never leave
Exposing all that have stayed
A keyhole
Some afraid to look
even from the outside
Maybe a fear of seeing something
or nothing at all
So room 413 waits
bathing in a silence that waited for them
they sit
and they listen.
About the Creator
Haley Silvey
just seeing where this takes me
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