all thats left

[KHProdigy1]

somber is but an aperture
upon entry does the man discover
the open doors that cast light rays
in resonance the warmth is loving
touch to soothe the calm
precious are these moments

these scents that cast memory
reminiscent of feeling and enticing anger
flickering away, a fire kneads to the sound of fury
just are our actions, but malicious our intent
discord is the painting, our heart ache of war
there is nothing more as all that remains
are pieces
are pieces left over

[Reflection]

oh, this is gorgeous! the sentence inversion works really well, and the last line is very resonant.

so nostalgic, too, and the image of the aperture (I admit I had to look up what this was—interesting!!) is perfect for what you're conveying... I like it a lot! write moar poems, you're good :3