Room 13

There is nothing about this 
Room that holds
Memories of jubilant times
The walls shout out dysfunction
The floors cry from being stepped on
Furniture cowers in the corners from
Witnessing many nights of broken promises
Shattered reminisces of sordid colored walls

Stupor

 Standing still unmoving

Always in one place not growing

Afraid to adventure out into the world

Making excuses has become a bit boring

Life must continue to cultivate new dreams

Wake up till the land plant the seed of wonderment

Water it with tears of laughter

Imagine what tomorrow will be

If you wake up from your stupor

Before tomorrow disappears