These Rooms

 

These Rooms

 

Hello, my name is

ultimately unimportant.

In here we are legion

occupying one seat at a time.

Unassuming and sterile,

yet full of pain and regret,

Heartache and hope,

in equal measure,

spill from our mouths.

We speak of higher power

and know what powerlessness

tastes like. There is talk of steps

and serenity, but debauchery

is within arm’s reach.

We are black and white, adrift

in grey outside these walls.

Compulsion is a frequent visitor,

and habit is a way of life

Unassuming and sterile,

yet a light in the darkness.

We will know no finish line,

only time to mark

while collecting coins

from the inmates and gods

that inhabit these rooms.

SMG