Empty rooms, devoid of life <br />Ancient snapshots strewn about <br />Anything of value, hastily taken <br />While decaying memories, <br />Are left behind like garbage, <br />In piles on the floor... <br />Empty rooms echo silence; <br />Barren chambers whose only occupants <br />Are the ghosts of some long ago <br />And heart-felt sadness <br />Bare walls that hold recollections <br />Of voices raised in anger, <br />Of tears shed in isolation, <br />Of a love that somehow died... <br />A lifetime of accumulated treasures, <br />Are divided in resentment <br />And the winner walks away <br />With an armful of small, pathetic prizes <br />Empty rooms bear silent witness <br />To shattered hopes and dreams <br />As two battle-weary souls <br />Forge separate paths <br />With unknown destinations... <br />And behind they leave <br />The casualties of their war, <br />To pick up the pieces <br />To fill the empty rooms...<br /><br />Sheila Papaleo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shattered-4/
