Silence brings me to an empty room
Dusy and full of noise.
Green dress and blue shoes
Beautiful wooden toys.
Photos still hang on the wall
From a past I barely remember.
Would be wandering more around the room
But right now it is December.
Swirling in an tomb I’ve made
Where my life can finally end.
A letter to Samuel sits on the table
Too bad it was never sent.
This place reminds me too much
It is no longer what I admire.
I turned around, lit a match
Set the entire place on fire.
Josephine Ranes 
The more I get to read poems such as this, I believe there is a long way I have to go.
Beautiful. 🌸