empty rooms

an intense desire to remain inert
thoughts and wishes move me little
i recall the day's morning when
splashes of hue made me blind
a little unknown building of nameless preachers
the dull walls of age and abandon
tiny souls cramped into firm affection
the curious eyes of a distracted child
tri coloured flags flutter in myriad ways
shadows of feeble feet drag along
into streets resonating with a familiar noise
dark rooms peep through frameless windows
rows of wooden benches piled upon each
sight of roses withering to dark scarlet
and lifeless speaches of useless things