a dusty room filled with sorrow old interests now hallow
boxes all piled up silent as an old tomb the abandoned backroom
once golden shining rings you can see the grimy buildup on the items you tried to cover up
in the corner sits a broken violin for the music that once flew on wings that old case is full of wood and strings
Poetry prompt 101: Dusty Musical Instruments.
I ended up doing an abandoned room of sorts. It's kind of like that corner of my mind that I shoved everything I once loved into because I felt like I wasn't good enough at it.