House Of Art

here lies pain and passion

open to those who ask

closed to those who answer

white noise fills the air

darkness fills the void

one open space to some

a labyrinth to others

a bittersweet taste

albeit lackluster in tradition

imbued with a sense of belonging

and an aftertaste of antipathy

it is quiet

colour is lacking

but brought on by individual dreams and hopes

inner beauty is gained