Emptiness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
In silence on the cold threshold standing,
Thinking if entering can do some good.
Shoes making sounds possibly deafening,
The huge room’s center is now where she stood.
Windows all shuttered, shelves totally bare,
Dust shadows of pictures where they once hung.
Fighting back a desire to be elsewhere,
Thinking of happy times, of songs once sung.
Strip of light from the shutters touched her eye,
With great bravery she opened them wide.
No pause for thinking she began to cry,
Instant resolve, no longer will they hide.
Being human with feelings deep inside,
From this moment her heart she will abide.