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
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 8:21 PM UTC
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.
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