The room holds its breath.
A bedside lamp glows softly against the dark, no one
is home.
The bed is made in anticipation to a soul to embrace.
A beloved teddy bear sits in the center, longing for a
hug.
With stiff smiles, keeping watch, loved ones stare
from frames.
The alarm clock sounds an unending alarm; it
relentlessly blinks.
12:00…12:00…12:00
The room holds its breath, waiting.
Vacant.
My 2014 Poetry Attack poem.
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