The Shrinking Room

The soft melody fills the space,
composed by the caress of the ceiling fan's swishes
Stale and placid the mood hung -
not a soul could it stir

"Let there be light"
thought the room
and illuminate it did
the nothingness inside

Scared by its own emptiness
Shut itself in, did the room
Scarred by the space inside
Shrink itself, did the room.

No amount of article, artefact or activity
could the shrunk room fill itself with
So continued the shrinking
until the nothingness that it contained, consumed itself.