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