Sealing - Soul Whirling Somewhere
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.