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The room and I

Updated: Nov 3, 2021

The walls are a shade darker than the last time

The shadow cast by the lazy shade slightly longer by a doleful sigh

The drawers yawned open baring teeth then uttered a subtle scream

And the raw boards exposed a history more severe than previously seen


The room had changed


The thrifty light from beyond the pane more hesitant than before

Stories painted in the corners with an air of melancholic doubt

All inspiration dissolved from the once rich veins within the gaudy decor

And nothing could I find to raise waters from this once deep well now parched in drought


The room had changed


The bed lay harsh and cold and uninviting

While fading smiles in ageing oils mocked previous excitement

And while I collated, compiled and classified these moody observations

I realised that all were merely offering a stark and gloomy revelation


The room had not changed

Only I

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