The Room

The dimly lit room reflects my mood
The pain of loss is overwhelming
I feel naked as the bulb hanging from the ceiling
And as tattered as the spread draped over
The rusty old bed

All my emotions are flashing in me like
The neon sign out side the room
The blinking broken light in the room,
making it almost surreal and eerie.

The shabby old carpet bare thread
With years of people trampling it
Like the footprints that have walked overme all my life,
leaving deep imprints on my body and soul

The bottle of pills lying by me
And they tempt me.
I know they bring release from
This life of pain that has haunted me
For lasting sleep is what I need.