Hollow

Stained-glass lamp

sets off a warm glow

heavy drapes block

out the outside light

 

Eyes struggle to adjust

to the faint glow

melancholy desires darkness

it requires silence too

 

Wilting tulips in a vase

their lolling cups

admit defeat

emitting the scent of decay

 

Chaise lounge by

the fireplace is now cold

invites no rest

provides little support

 

it's heavy fabric

looks tired and worn

the shams are frayed

the appliqué faded

 

This room was once warm

filled with light and freshness

now is silent and filled with gloom

dark, quiet like a tomb