The Smile Room

gray0328

 

The basement air was colder tonight  

and the sign hung heavier with dust,  

its letters curling into fragile grins,  

"The Smile Room," it read, but whispered.  

 

It sat before me like a dare

scratched wood peeling like old laughter,  

a reluctant door holding untold shadows,  

more familiar with silence than smiles.  

 

No cheerful hum of forgotten gatherings—  

just an ache of time wedged within,  

the kind that settles in a place  

where corners lean deeper into sadness.  

 

I thought of wide, toothy grins collapsing,  

of lips stretching past the point of comfort.  

Still, I could not twist the rusted knob;  

some rooms are better left unopened.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Gray your poems are consistently good. They deserve more views. This is another that has so many good lines and metaphor. It sets a mood and is masterfully done.

    • gray0328

      Thanks Soren I look forward to your feedback every day

    • NafisaSB

      beautifully written - emotions so well expressed

      • gray0328

        Thanks for sharing your feedback I appreciate it

        • NafisaSB

          always welcome. have a good day



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