Falling down

Falling down
Peeling at the edges
Pretty empty
Not looking great

Dark corners
Secrets well hidden
Some light
Brightens with hope

Rubbish around
Wires still live
One chair
Comfortable still

My room
Like my life
Wearing out
But not giving up

This poem was inspired by the picture provided by The Mag at http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/