Sub Rosa room

All, stacked away

Like heavy suitcases  

In a room, it lay 

In A big house of bricks and clay 

This room like a black pit 

Of sorrow  

Occasionally lit 

With joy, that was borrowed 

 

But u see 

The real sadness is this to be 

Such a little space

If so disturbed and misplaced 

Can Cause the house to be displaced 

A house with colorful walls 

With a yard so nice

But no one hears the 911 calls 

Not even if it is dial twice 

No one can clean

As the dust is not seen 

But the earth has an imaginary line 

And so, the house hides an imaginary crime 

But of course 

There is a source  

Of this thought 

Of this darkness that glooms

As it all happens in this Sub Rosa Room