In this room in which I sit no longer fit for my love, I hold a frame so small. <br />In this frame so small, holds a picture of a memory once held. <br />In this room in which I sit, my hands begin to quake. <br />In this frame so small, now becomes a bowl for tears. <br />In this room in which I sit no longer fit for my love, screams of pain. <br />In this frame so small, comes forth a child of joy. <br />In this room in which I sit, begins to echo sounds of the past. <br />In this frame so small, held so much love. <br />In this room in which I sit no longer fit your love, I hold a frame so small. <br />In this frame so small, holds a memory you have taken from me so soon. <br />In this room in which I sit no longer fit for your love, begins to fill with anger. <br />In this frame so small, holds the last thoughts of a child so small. <br />In this room in which I sit no longer fit for your love, is where you brought a plague of sickness. <br />In this room in which I sit no longer fit for your love, I hold a frame so small as a reminder of what has been taken from me. <br />In this room in which I sit, is a bottle of forgetfulness so I will no longer feel the pain you have caused me. <br />In this frame so small, holds a child of joy. Once filled with life no longer takes breath for you are the cause of this. <br />In this frame so small, holds a child of joy, who had yet not experience love, heart break nor never shall for you are the cause. <br />In this frame so small, This child of joy will remind forever young. <br /> <br />R.I.P Child of Joy.<br /><br />Gary Hembree<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-this-room-in-this-frame/
