- the room is dark, and small.
there are no more voices.
there are no more false smiles.
prayers have been said,
the moon
(or the rain,
or the night)
fills the frame of the window.
go to bed.
the day is done with,
the day is closed.
this room is yours.
for a little while,
you belong to you.
3 comments:
Oooooo what a lovely poem TJ.
Hiya TJ sweetie. Thanks so much. The op went well but I'm in a bit of pain.
I hope the swelling goes down soon but your well wishes have made me feel a little better.
Thanks again sweetie xxxxxx
LOL thanks TJ. You know, I do have a craving for ice cream. I wonder where that came from hee hee!
xxxx
Oh I do like that TJ, it is a bit melancholy but calm at the same time.
I love the last line, it is so perfect, and we all need those times to just belong only to ourselves
thanks for sharing it
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