Dark Rooms, Solitude & Poetry

In the wee hours of morning
I open the door
To a once ever dark room
Filled upto the brim
With years of solitude.

What was it that I was looking for
Amidst the broken frames
And fogged up glasses
Maybe the poetry
That each of them hide

In the shroud of darkness
Just beyond the reach of light.

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