Skip to main content

Empty Halls

A table with books of poetry for sale.

As I walk through the empty halls I am recalling something familiar,

A scent, a personal way about them.

These halls have been travelled before I am certain.

As I walk through the one hall I realize the pains of my past in perfect view,

A silent hush as though brief.

These halls have been travelled before I am certain.

As I walk through this other hall I realize a sadness deepening within,

A cry to the cornered life.

These halls have been travelled before I am certain.

As I walk through this empty hall I realize it is my present state of being,

A sore and shaken hand trembles.

These halls have been travelled before I am certain.

As I get to this final hall it all sinks in the future I never imagined.

A corrupt way of being depressed overall.

These halls have been travelled before I am certain.


  • Author: Marianne Trox
  • Age Rating:
  • Category: Uncategorized
  • Views: 38
  • Date Published: