Tuesday, 21 August 2012

A Room of Echoes

Many cobwebs un-swept
Forgotten in this room of echoes
Kept away locked and chained
Deep within the furnaces of my mind
So many dreams and hopes
Abandoned by the wayside of life
As living and surviving
Got in the way of everything else
The clocks kept ticking
And the days kept passing
Even though time stood still
And after ten years of grief
Of a black hole of ashes
I see that this room of echoes
Still holds many interesting things
That remind me of you.

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