Empty Room
The box filled with stilled moments
captured by a lens in rapture and torments
The empty room sits in a heavy gloom
with dread remnants - spread a life strewn
The books of poems; he took the rhyme
and the collected lines of work in wrecked climb
The note left plain can't explain
the sadness that brought madness to pain
The outside chimes ring lightly to bring sense;
silence of prayer drifting in the light air of hence
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