locked

I wander through the skeleton 

of what used to be your life 

days when you were happy

now emptiness fills the space

your past now a vacuous hole 

the things that you cast off

the things you no longer need 

splatters on once white walls 

weeds have grown where flowers grew 

remnants of yesterday

pristine silence 

echoes in the dark

locked now, 

like this door

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License