sealing - Soulwhirlingsomewhere
There is a maroon room;
Barely lit stagnant and untouched
As stale as the air it will last breathe
I'll never see the inside again
It's only a memory now
And I can barely remember
What it feels like to be in there
It's been so long and unmoved
Like it was once someone's favorite chair
Before they died
And now no one will ever sit in it ever again
It's too frightening to look inside
Where I once was
And I can remember barely
Ever being me in there