By Harry M Kachline
The walls were covered in faded guilt,
The curtains a grey shade of doubt,
While the corners had collected shards of spent lives,
Crusted with shattered dreams.
No one goes in there anymore.
By Harry M Kachline
The walls were covered in faded guilt,
The curtains a grey shade of doubt,
While the corners had collected shards of spent lives,
Crusted with shattered dreams.
No one goes in there anymore.
