These Rooms

 

These Rooms

 

Hello, my name is

ultimately unimportant.

In here we are legion

occupying one seat at a time.

These rooms,

unassuming and sterile,

yet full of pain and regret.

Heartaches and hopes,

spill from our mouths

in equal measure.

We speak of higher powers

but know what powerlessness

tastes like. There is talk of steps

and serenity, but debauchery

is always within arm’s reach.

We are black and white, adrift

in the grey outside these walls.

Compulsion is a frequent visitor,

and habit is a way of life.

These rooms,

unassuming and sterile,

yet a light in the darkness.

We will know no finish line,

only days to count, time to mark,

while collecting coins

from the inmates and gods

that inhabit these rooms.

SMG