The room is empty, cold and bare,
The silence feels so heavy as if in the air.
No voices left, no steps and no sound,
Just shadows stretching all over me around.
Each object speak of what has gone,
Of the faces lost and of the days withdrawn.
Their quiet whispers pierce through my mind,
Of all I had has now left me behind.
I talk to the walls and they do not hear,
My words dissolve and yet they linger near.
The spark is gone and the night is long,
I wonder where it went all so wrong.
I ask the dark and it will not say,
It only tries to take the light away.
And leaves me here with empty skies,
Where every living memory in me slowly dies.
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