empty walls

empty walls,
windows painted shut
seperating an ocean
of sky from
high hopes
not meant to be
through imperfections
in dusty glass
soft, tangerine
setting sunlight
pours gently
over blemished plaster
into open wounds
unspoken words scrawled
unevenly between
pressure cracks
and peeling layers of paint
concealing decades
of hidden secrets
some forgotten
some which linger
exposed floorboards
gouged and scratched
evidence of restless hearts,
endlessly shifting
meaningless possessions
a lifetime worth of
anger and regret
fallen tears
faded memories
and childhood fears
recalling times of laughter
like remembering
distant dreams
elusive and incomplete
dissolving away
as the door closes