A Room

I am an empty room
With two candles
Waiting for a tableau

On the edges are the people
Stopping just short of the frame
It’s a conspiracy perhaps

It is neither the beginning
Nor the end
The door might have never opened

I am an empty room
I am a ghost story operative
With no plot

The window is the belly
Of the blackest night
Space is just beyond

There is anticipation
A kind of hell
This is what I create

A messenger
Is just behind the door
But the camera clicked
Right before

News of defeat
No doubt

Yet there is hope
The determined antagonist