This Room

Trapped.

There are no windows in this room.
I came here when the leaves were green.
You took my hand to hide the truth.
We danced in silence -
the stone-hearted goodbye waltz.

There is no music in this room.
The only song I hear is yours.
The needle scratched when autumn fell,
to repeat, repeat in anguish -
farewell, farewell, farewell.

There are no words in this room.
I forget the poem that you wrote.
Too well-read, it crumbled to nothing.
Your loving sentiments turn blank -
letters have no meaning here.

There are no people in this room.
The stillness does not quiet me.
I scream, I pace, I scream, I pace.
I demand some roll of thunder -
alarm this putrid air with noise.

There are no doors in this room.
No way in, no way out.
Something grabbed me by the hair,
flung me in and sealed this box -
I won't see you again.

© Morney Wilson