Not A Good Place To Be

This is the room where the shadows gather

The ghosts of memories past

Of other lives thrown away,

This is the room where they fly in the corners

And puddle on the floors.

This is the room of the path not taken

This is the room where mirrors smile

And reflect stories of another day

Of how things might have been

If different choices had been made.

The mirrors lie.

This is the room of the voices whispering promises

Unkept, and songs unsung

This is the room where hopes go to die

This is the room where they are reborn

In different form.

The light swims through the shadows

The past falls to the floor.

The dreams rise from the dungeons

And it’s yesterday

It’s yesterday once more.

This is the room where the dead stay unburied, 

This is where they take revenge on the living

Suck away the happiness of today.

The dead are jealous

Of life. 

Copyright B Purkayastha 2012