HERE IN MY ROOM

HERE IN MY ROOM

I've always tried to do what's right and do the things I should.

But here I stay in this cage with no bars and a life sentence that's just understood.

So here I sit where there are only darkness and gloom.

There is no light, only pain and despair . . . here in my room.

I thought I had done right but I guess I was wrong.

So I stay in this place where there is nothing, where I belong.

There seems to be a force that hungers for souls to consume.

So I stay lost without hope and without love . . . here in my room.

I know for everything there is a reason and for every reason there is a rhyme.

I can't help but wonder what my reason is and when is my time.

Nothing gets better and down the road I can see more things starting to loom.

The glass is not half empty, the glass is not half full; everything is empty . . . here in my room.

There are only feelings of sadness and sorrow and things that make me cry.

I search through this deep, thick, darkness, but without light, I will never understand why.

This place is filled with evil, and when things start to look good the evil will always resume.

There is nothing good to do, nothing good to say, no happy thoughts . . . here in my room.

If there could be a birth that could save me from this blight.

If only I could live in the day and not just in the night.

It's small and tight closing in from all sides like a womb.

Everything is there I don't need to think, I don't need to care . . . here in my room.

Lying in a bed of sadness covered in remorse,

I'm trying to navigate through all this nothingness and get back on course.

There is nothing to want in this lifeless cocoon there is nothing but death in this dusty old tomb.

There is nothing to hear, no music, no whispers, no sounds . . . here in my room.

I have to look left just to see what's on the right.

I look deep into the darkness in hopes of finding a speck of light.

Spinning and spinning faster and faster toward impending doom.

Churning and churning there is a web of deceit that lurks . . . here in my room.

There's nothing coming in and nothing going out,

Because here in the dark that's what it's all about.

Every day I pray, I know it's a lot to ask, and I know it's a lot to assume.

Maybe someday the right person will come along and let some light in . . . here in my room.

STANLEY HENDRIX

6/21/09

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