Saturday, 19 May 2012

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

1 comment:

  1. Time may not heal all wounds, but it does ease them.

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