The room

Hello darkness my old friend...

I’ve come to talk with you again.

In this room I may not know

Which is the rightest way to go

But in my head I have an inkling

You can hear my mind is tinkering

But for now I sit and wait...

Before I leave and take the bait

For the shadows are my friend

I may never leave again...

This room has been my home

And no one else really knows...

I don’t tell them I am coming here

Many wouldn't even care

But this place is where I stay

Sometimes I cry, sometimes I pray

I’d like to leave and have a walk around

To lose this sadness I have often found...

Through the windows I can see

There are those more lost than me

Some rooms are thickly built with no escape

Some are kept in place with masking tape

My room is neither one of these

I crack a window to get some breeze

The door remains unlocked

My exit is still unblocked

I can exit when I feel

But this is my favourite meal...

I’m used to the sounds, the cold, the dark...

My room is where I’ve left my mark

To leave would be to conform

To follow the established norm...

People so fear this room

They think about it with dread and gloom

It’s not that bad to me...

Its the only time I know I'm free

There is one odd thing about this room

Company brings about it’s doom

So fear not this place...

A single friend, will darkness chase 

The walls will shrivel and disappear

But you remain, safely here 

[October 4th 2009]