Loneliness is an empty room.
© 2007, August 31, 2011
Dan Johnson

A table wobbles with uneven legs,
A chair that creeks and groans with the weight of the world,
An overhead light; filaments flicker with little hope to see through the night,
rusty nails hide under the frayed old rug,
cover the broken floor where nothing will ever be right.

Loneliness is an empty room.

A broken window looks exactly like a broken soul,
Against drab and dusty walls were once clean and clear panes looking out to a
Bright and hopeful future, but now,
broken by time, souls shattered by the storms of life
Explain the pain running deep and jagged across bulging veins.
Daylight cannot come too soon…because,
Loneliness is like an empty room.
Dan Johnson