Empty

House of silence,
Not a word spoken.
A blank page in a notebook,
Without anything written.

There's no trace of any movement,
Not even the slightest.
There's no room for any light,
Not even the lightest.

The air carrying muffled voices,
Of the crying hearts.
The abandoned room,
Filled with faint and lonely whispers,
Adding on to the gloom.

Every corner,
Equally dull and dark.
Foul smelling and hideous looking,
Hard to believe that this place,
Was once full of dazzle and spark.

Who killed the charm?
Who did all this harm?
What must've happened here?
What gave birth to the blood-curdling fear?

-Anushree Nene