Lost - A Poem
A Room of Grief
There’s a forest outside the open window
Chilling air rushes in
The moon is gone
It is silent
The door is locked from the inside
Black lace covers the way
Broken glass lays at the door
There is no leaving
The phone flashes on the table in the corner
Home screen is bright against the walls
“4:44,” it reads
No new messages
Skin wet with tears
A deep pit of rolling storms rests within
Hands check the phone, just in case
The wind has stilled
An empty space that used to be filled
Old conversations play through the air
The phone shuts off again
A crow flies in through the window…
Rustling leaves follow its caw.
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