The Room(September 22, 2009)

The Room
September 22, 2009

In this small dusty room,
surrounded by the damp and rainy autumn night,
cobwebs spread all around,
all abandoned of their owners,
just blowing in the small and careless breeze.

The breeze comes through the open door,
the door that is rotten and betrayed,
it barely moves in the cursory breeze.

No one ever enters this lonely room,
it has been forgotten for awhile that seems like forever,
who knows if it will ever be occupied,
have an owner once more.

The owner might be kind,
clean the damp cold room,
and fill it with warmth.

The door could be sturdy and strong,
the room could be glittered with fresh light,
but only if someone prudent found the room.

For it is deserted of all its furnishings,
form life willing to stay for awhile,
still needing a new decoration,
a new look of purpose.