Rooms I Used To Fill

28 June 2026  ·  emptiness · fear · renewal

A man sits on the edge of an unmade bed in a dim, neglected room, facing a curtained window of grey daylight, an empty bottle and scattered papers on the bare floorboards.

I am empty.
Asleep.
The excuses keep coming.

Hoping that one day
I can wake again.

I sit in rooms
I used to fill.

I’ve been cut out
too many times.
The pieces don’t fit
like they used to.

There’s noise in my head
that doesn’t sound like me.

Unrecognisable now.

One more step could be the last.
One last step
could be the start of something new.

I’m afraid.

I don’t have an excuse anymore.

So now
I have to learn how to start
properly

before it’s too late.