Ode to an Empty Room

I stand at the door and knock
Knocking with a searching stare
Searching for life in these solemn, empty chairs
I had things to say, but second-guess
Fate says otherwise, as
what good are words without an audience?
The dusty cave, the classroom
still
sits
silent
And I back away
From accusing emptiness
Regretting I ever came.

I stand before you and knock
knock knock knock
Unlock my words from reluctant mouth
And see no response in your faces
My words hit your eyes like
Birds flying at a closed window
My dying birds
knock
knock
knock
on your killing eyes
windows
to an empty room

I love metaphors! My brain works in metaphors, so this was like you were speaking a kind of inherent language to me haha! I enjoyed this one too but Im not sure whether the form is acceptable. Who cares though it was good.