Things and Empty Dreams


So many things

Fill this room

That I thought at one point

Might fill my heart.

 

So many things

Fill this room

And attached to them

So many hopes

And so many dreams,

Resting Idly,

Slowly expiring.

 

I always thought

If I just had it,

I’d finally have it.

 

But the things add up,

While the regrets collect,

Both gathering dust,

In this cluttered room,

Of things

And empty dreams.

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