Tears bathe the walls

in tremulous sobbing,

tasting rooted seeds

of hovering tension.

Soul leashed

to dark floorboards,

wilting in gloom,

permeating room.

Water stained ceilings,

pungent debris,

clipped wings,

and layered skin.

Room full of silence

and eroding bones.

I’m locked up

inside of a man.

I beg to be free

I want to be me.

Empty and void

  is the room I sit in,

for everything has

  REJECTED

me...

The chairs used their legs to leave,

as did the table.

The couch scooted out,

taking the love-seat with it.

For nobody loves me, no one wants me.

Outside,

   the sun has stopped shining,

   the stars have stopped twinkling,

   the trees and flowers and even the insects

     have all abandoned me.

Even the wind has ceased blowing

   and soon, the air inside will leave me,

     as well,

leaving me bereft of all.

  Including life.

Old stone walls painter points casualties of war

lands around the sea

next century writings laid on its keys

many of whom were old against stone walls for life

looking at the view 

the sun breaks through

painter points your chords.