An Empty Room Of Space Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Blue light being reflected on a guitar as it's being played
upon the stage before us, telling a story of fragments of
love that sit alone in corners of hidden moods.

Awaiting the openness of measures of music, finding that
love is just a word, having many meanings, but they're all
lies it seems.

Laughter has died a blessed death in a tunnel of another lost
love, never ready to start anew for what's the use of crying,
hurting, looking again, there's no reason or logic for doing so.

An empty room of space where there's no longer any place
for a love that'll never last, only cause more remorse and
leave it to spoil.

Nothing will ever be put in place, because it's just not
worth it, a lost and lonesome heart always left alone amid
the wreckage of life's heartbreaking moments.