Empty room

The visitor opens the door,

Looking for a sight to behold

Expecting all and more

To escape the numbness of their cold 

Only to claim a barren, empty floor


Yet others see their very life alive

In delight, the beauty they see in this very same room

That set themselves full to strive

While the other sits numb in their pain, and bitter gloom

 When does the door simply shut?

To those who can never simply be?

From the emotions that leave a cut

From what true joy can never see?

In truth, the standards are never all truly the same

To which we sit down, and conclude we're simply all alone.

To proceed use a smile, if it could only numb the actual pain.

To the empty room we're forever cursed to revisit, and the empty floor that hold every bone.

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