The Room

There is a room
It is a room I built
Stone by stone
It took me years
To learn the trade
There is a room
Empty, not soulless
Unfurnished yet welcoming
In the restful
There is a room
Murals of hopes
Painted in vibrant
Vivid intensity
Hidden by grey stone
There is a room
Scattered rugs of thoughts
Fashions of yesteryear
Air thick with the fug
Of uninterrupted dreams
There is a room
Occupied by my souls
The different forms of me
They don’t take up much space
Just shadows in this empty place
There is a room
There is no doorway
For you
Can you enter my shadow?
Can you live in my emptiness?

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By badgerslabyrinth