Empty Mazes

The room is empty.
THe crowd has gone.
The party is over
and you stand alone,
the sound of your heart
filling your ears,
a drumbeat of life
in this place of death and loss,
where your heart
has fought it’s battles
alone,
even when it was not.

This is your truth,
that you do not know
what song to sing.
or what door to walk through.
lost in a maze
of your own making.

About this poem

This picture was taken in Las Vegas in April. It was in the midst of a huge convention and despite the extra 130,000 people that seemed to crowd every restaurant and bar, I came on this room, that for just the briefest moment, was empty. I took the picture quickly, knowing there was a poem in it somewhere.

And this is that poem.

Tom