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Empty Room

Darker than night As silence breaks in a sigh, I see that light Flashing crisp and bright in my eyes, I follow the brightness, It ends up in darkness, A voice cries as the morning blooms, And I find myself in an empty room.. My voice grows as louder as it can There's no one to hear my cry, Murmuring to myself There's no one to reply.. In this four cornerd cage When I open my eyes, I presume; That I'm all alone in this empty room.. I follow the brightness, It ends up in darkness, And as the morning blooms, I find myself in an empty room.. Like a tongue tied a silent outcry, Those petrified words I'd yell to decry.. Coz I follow the brightness, Which ends up in darkness, And as the morning blooms, I find myself in an empty room.. And in the holy darkness of my doom shall anyone collaborate escaping this room?

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Date: 3/22/2018 4:39:00 PM
Speaks to me as lonesome and somewhat dark. Very interesting and well rhymed!..............80)
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Lekha Sharma
Date: 3/29/2018 9:49:00 PM
Thanks a lot Pat! :)
Date: 11/30/2017 9:57:00 PM
Wonderful verse, thanks for entry. Congrats on your placement in my contest, James E. Lee Sr.
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Lekha Sharma
Date: 12/27/2017 3:52:00 AM
Thank you :)

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