Five 17-SYLLABLE 
BARE ROOM POEMS 
1
You assured me
I was safe in the dark.
The room was bare.
Now, you’re gone.
2
Why the four walls?
Without them, sorrow 
and pain would abscond
with the wind.
3
The photos down
from the wall, a patina
of memories linger. 
4
If tears fall in a bare room
and no one sees them,
do they still fall? 
5 
Life is an exercise in
clutter.
We cram bare rooms
we leave behind.                          
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