Tattered Box and Yellow Card <br />And fading faces of people past <br />Dark torn words of brittle verb <br />And broken Hearts and weary word <br />And faded Tin of Metal thought <br />And Black and White and Tomb like Box <br />Holds a life no longer fraught <br />With bitter Tongue and rancid scorn <br />And life extinct and memories past <br />Of hazy Dreams and dreary thought <br />Woeful wonder of Dreams so vast <br />And closet Home and life so fraught <br />So many lives within the past <br />It is a life within a Room <br />And Tears will flow and Thoughts will fly <br />And we are left to wander by <br />Within this shallow lapse and closet Womb <br />Why oh why did i not try? <br />Now it is an empty Tomb <br />That cold dark place of closet Womb <br />And I am left to wonder why <br />And about this life within a Room.<br /><br />David Burton Richardson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-life-in-a-room/
