The halls are empty,
rooms swirl with draft
not a soul in sight
save for the lonely body
of one who progressively
falls deeper and deeper still
in the well of silence
How did such a person
raise children who
are so very verbal
easily able to communicate
to share and receive
Is that it?
The fear to receive
words meant to hurt
cause cowering
rather than speaking
out for yourself
and being part
of the world
Better to hide
in drafty rooms
with books for friends
a cat for companion
safe but alone
drowning in emptiness