My room
Posted by: pankajunk on: March 28, 2011
My empty room,
my friend of many years,
i am sorry, but i will not miss you,
because no shared laughter rings from your corners,
nor do your wall murmur with comforting voices,
the only vision i see, is my own shadows,
sitting on the wooden chair,
or lying on the bed in reflection,
or cooking my evening meal,
yes, i leave with you a part of me,
but i will not miss you
6 Responses to "My room"
March 30, 2011 at 6:39 am
defensive, aren’t we? 
i suspect your room will be greatly offended and determined to haunt you – it leaves a part of itself with you, too.
i miss places where i’ve spent time alone the most.
April 3, 2011 at 2:21 am
lol. actually the poem came from a thought, rather than experience. im starting to live alone for the first time, and imagining a person who lived in a room for many years alone. would he miss it if it left it.
March 28, 2011 at 7:32 am