Poem - Life In A Hotel
Life In A Hotel
In the lap of luxury,
a dreadful feeling of emptiness
Under yellow glowing lamps,
a certain state of nothingness
For every expensive suit,
a self-questioning human within
And for every splendid room,
no memory worth remembering
Cups, plates and water bottles,
they come to escape themselves
Life in a hotel is good, but only,
when reality just underwhelms
Long passageways on every floor,
the conversations there are alive
Big rooms filled with talking but,
their hollowness, no one can rectify
Empty cupboards with a great finish,
empty shells that are already finished
And the reason for all this silence,
is that the laughter had already vanished.
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