The Empty Room

These four walls my only friends,

Their blank faces offer no pretend.

The ticking clock echoes in the dark,

Marking time until the lark's first hark.

Shadows dance in the corner's gloom,

There's no one here to fill the room.

A chill runs through this house so bare,

Devoid of laughter, empty of care.

I wander the halls in silent despair,

Longing for someone, anyone to be there.

In this isolation I start to fear,

That loneliness will keep me forever here.

So I'll light a candle bright to banish the night,

And open the windows to let in sunlight.

I'll welcome tomorrow's dawn with hope born anew,

That solitude today brings company tomorrow into view.

But morning comes and goes so swift,

Again I'm left here in this rift.

The light reveals the barren scene,

That only I dwell where life has been.

The morning birds chirp their cheerful song,

Oblivious that I don't belong.

Their merry chatter fuels the ache,

Of belonging I continue to forsake.

The candle burnt down to darkened wick,

The sunlight shifted, shadows now thick.

The look of hope slips from my face,

As I resume my hollow pace.

Once more I wander trembling halls,

Looking for life within these walls.

A few more hours until night descends,

Upon my day of lonesome ends.