sealing - Soulwhirlingsomewhere

There is a maroon room;

Barely lit stagnant and untouched

As stale as the air it will last breathe

I'll never see the inside again

It's only a memory now

And I can barely remember

What it feels like to be in there

It's been so long and unmoved

Like it was once someone's favorite chair

Before they died

And now no one will ever sit in it ever again

It's too frightening to look inside

Where I once was

And I can remember barely

Ever being me in there