There's something
about vacant rooms.
The deafening silence
carries a chaos.
Voiceless horrors
whispers the agony of soul.
Confined to 4 walls
It wants to be known.
Emptiness an entity
needing a home.
The void
a humble companion
that always roams.
As echoes betrays it's covenant,
yielding to the whims
of the vibrations of the abyss.
There's something
about vacant rooms,
we believe nothing exists in them,
yet in them
an ocean of forgotten memories
remains.

© fruitfulodyssey