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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