the room is empty
dust gathers
in the gray gloom
draping about lingering
memories
painting
the walls
a sad mosaic
of emptiness
and
loneliness
take all my misery
pile it
in the corner
where
happiness
once
lived
and
I can never go back.
(7-29-1976)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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