Saturday, May 12, 2007

The Apartment

Today I saw the room where he took his life

And his kitchen

His bedroom

His bath

And a room that was meant for a child

Who never came

And another that was used by a wife

Who went away

And all the rooms were alike

The same despair cluttered them

And filled them up so full

That I went from room to room

Opening windows to let it out

But I couldn’t get rid of it all

Some crept under my skin

And keeps me awake still

At 2:48 in the morning

Here in my living room chair

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