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THE EMPTY WORDS
LEFT BEHIND
CLOSED DOORS

I stand inside this empty room
Remembering the promises that brought me to this place.
The room stands empty yet it is filled with gloom
As the memories here begin to fade.

What brought me here was a hunger
Being fed by a strong desire.
I arrived with the low-levels of my life
And the dreams of making them higher.

The blinds are closed, the curtains drawn
As the light has been evicted.
The walls stand as silent guardians of
The empty words spoken without conviction.

There were words of love, words of hope, promises of every kind.
I believed there were actions to back these words
But to their lacking I must have been blind.

I made it through a living Hell
As Depression tried to become my friend.
And although I wouldn't let it rule my life
It became my close companion.

This place holds many dear memories
And some that are not quite so kind.
It holds the futured hopes and dreams
Which slowly fade with the passing time.

It holds the tears and anguish, the fears and shattered dreams,
It holds the love that was once felt and then disappeared from the scene,
It holds the laughter, the cries of fear, it holds the silent screams,
It used to hold the sounds of the living but now all it holds are memories.

I stand inside this empty room
Remembering the promises that brought me to this place.
The room stands empty yet it is filled with gloom
As the memories here begin to fade.

The blinds are closed, the curtains drawn
As the light has been evicted.
The walls stand as silent guardians of
The empty words that were spoken without conviction.

I don't know how I did it, but I made it through
And I will not stay here one day more.
As I turn away to continue with a brand new life
The only things that shall remain behind
Are the empty words left behind closed doors.