A Life In A Room Poem by David Burton Richardson

Tattered Box and Yellow Card
And fading faces of people past
Dark torn words of brittle verb
And broken Hearts and weary word
And faded Tin of Metal thought
And Black and White and Tomb like Box
Holds a life no longer fraught
With bitter Tongue and rancid scorn
And life extinct and memories past
Of hazy Dreams and dreary thought
Woeful wonder of Dreams so vast
And closet Home and life so fraught
So many lives within the past
It is a life within a Room
And Tears will flow and Thoughts will fly
And we are left to wander by
Within this shallow lapse and closet Womb
Why oh why did i not try?
Now it is an empty Tomb
That cold dark place of closet Womb
And I am left to wonder why
And about this life within a Room.