A Room Filled With Sadness

A room filled with sadness Standing alone in a room filled with sadness Photograph smiles in a frame on the shelf Ashtrays are filled with a death wish still breathing Lighting another in spite of myself A hand full of pills and a glass of Jack Daniels The tube shows a movie, Bogart and Bacall Through heavy eyes, I am still thinking of you Only the floor there to meet as I fall When on the door comes a knock unexpected Shattering plans that I must put on hold Closing one eye as I look through the peep hole A shadowy figure is there in the cold Twisting the lock and then turning the handle Chilled is the blast that runs into my face There I find death with his sickle untarnished Needless to say my sad heart starts to race “What are you doing, you can’t be that stupid It’s not your time for this world to depart Just for some girl who has left you here crying Wanting to die for a damn broken heart” I stopped and I thought as I heard this thing speaking Then shoved my finger inside of its chest “I’ll do as I please you know not what you’re saying It’s my time to go and I think it is best” “God what a loser, oh wait, I meant Satan Fine, suit your self, we’ve a place you can lie Swallow those pills but I’ll take that Jack Daniels I will get thirsty while watching you die” I thought of us and what I would be leaving How much it hurt you had found someone new Then of my heart that was shattered in pieces The sound of your voice when you shouted, “we’re through” That you are happy with some other poet How every scar of my life has now bled Why would I want to give you satisfaction Knowing you’d smile when you heard I was dead Then like a bolt or a light bulb exploding Came a decision as clear as a bell I’ll stick around in this room filled with sadness It’s got to be worse than that place he calls hell This is one of two poems I have written for John Hamilton’s Lost Love poetry contest, but haven’t decided which I will enter. I will post the other in a little while. : )