The Abandoned Room
A Poem
The knob of the door,
way too rusty,
creakily gave way to the room,
welcoming with a smell,
dusty and musty.
The empty darkness
stared right at me.
The noise of silence
blared into my ears.
Did I hear memories?
Or was it the promise?
To never set foot again.
Yet here I am,
being human.
Into the empty chaos,
lie accumulated webs,
fallen paints on the floor,
every scribbled art,
faded over time.
The visuals of the walls
rendered colourless.
The room
that once roared with laughter,
filled with dreams,
now feels strangely remote.
The windows open
but the sight is blurry.
The voices from the past
scream into the dark abyss
muffled by the void.
Slowly,
Darkness paints black,
I search for a switch,
a torch,
a match,
a tiny candle.
No luck.
All I can do is wait.
In a while,
In the hush of patience,
A wave of light,
rapidly grows.
The moon’s mighty glow
brightens the room.
The leaves outside rustle,
painting a vivid shadow
on the plain blank wall.
A new visual,
like a fresh canvas.
Waiting for new colours,
new portraits,
new textures.
Some nooks remain dark.
Maybe they are meant to be.
Maybe they will fade away.
The one thing I do is,
leave the room
forever open.
