I sit in this unlit room
and stare into the ceiling, not making a sound
the ceiling stares back at me, though as to be ashamed.
In this room, I am entombed.
in this room, lays the toys
I onced used to create myself a life to be famed.
This dark room once laid the foundations of my life
but now, its just a graveyard for all my hopes, dreams, and ambitions
I turn to my side, now facing a wall, I see a few objects among the clutter
one is a flashlight, the other is a piece of paper that read
"should I cry because its over, or should I smile because it happened? Should I wallow in my past, or use it to build the future?"