Broken Room

Cold, empty, and barren And the door of this room is closed Cracks are running down these walls And this structure is surely deteriorating Broken, tired furniture scattered all about The bed covered in restless sheets Cold wooden floors, like ice to the touch Grayish vague photos hung up in confusion Light shines in only for a brief moment, and finds itself rare The walls are weak as if to fall in upon themselves The lock is useless, the key overused, abused, and forgotten. The window is shut and hope has left.