Ordinary

There were words

That echoed through

The once full room-

Spiraling stories

And well earned tales-

Now lost

Emptied of all

That held light and mass

A broken thing

Though it's still formed

Four walls standing

Connected and true-

Windows have been covered

Hiding escape and entrance

Door nailed shut

From the outside-

Never touched or thought of

From the inside-

A stillness hangs

Where once merriment rained-

Dancing thoughts painted

Upon now blank canvas

That will never feel

The simple stroke

Of a well loved brush again-

A blank thing

An empty thing

Such a sad thing

To remove all that was bright

Replaced by all that ordinary.

Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!

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