Empty Rooms

The coops been flown

Your covers blown

You are together

Yet alone

 

And now there’s time

To seek sublime

To not feel futile

When you opine

 

But the quiet looms

In the empty rooms

And the era’s end

Makes them feel like tombs

 

Then begin the frets

Of the scourge of threats

Of the ghastly futures

That may be met

 

Yet the child is strong

Versed in right and wrong

And needs time to find

Where they belong

 

For the world is fierce

And your heart may pierce

But the love between

Is what adheres

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