Inner Room

Deep inside the inner room, she sits alone

Longing for someone to find the handle and let themselves in

A few have arrived nearby, but still the door never opens

Monsters pass through the walls

Coming and going over the years

They wreak havoc then go on their merry way

The room is empty aside from her

No chairs or benches

As if the room knows to never expect company

No dust collects

Nothing out of place

No light shines through

There’s a smell of neglect

The only sound, her sighs

Hope and love do not live here

Depression and regret fill the walls

How do we find you, some ask

But that is the riddle, the door only opens from the inside

But the one that lives there, trusts none enough to let them in