BrainPandora - Poem Details

13 Dec 2025

The Echo of an Empty Room

A single echo rings across the empty room

It twines with dust and hangs in patient gloom

The window keeps the last of dwindling light

And folds the steady edges into night

The clock keeps counsel with a muted lock

Counting hollow seconds like a slow, small knock

A chair remembers footsteps that are gone

While curtains watch the slow return of dawn

I leave a whisper where the memories came

It answers back, a softened shape of my name

The empty room exalts its muted tune

And carries silence like a tide at noon