Room

it's strange when an opened door

that would lead me to myself

opens instead to emptiness

i whisper and i yell

i thought i knew what i left back here

hidden away in time

would still be here when i came back

these echoes speak otherwise

and as i stare into this room

the nothingness stares back

i drift and i deteriorate

i don't know where i'm at

the cobwebs of the decades

all spent while on the run

have, in their own nasty ways

lingered under the sun

and i see again my body

the bite marks, they don't fade

healed, maybe, or make-believe

i really cannot say

i know i fought, i know i ran

so much i did let go

and yet i stand where i stood

that long, long time ago

but what has changed, what I see

is perhaps a clean slate

i can now pull the curtains back

for the sun, i wait

and maybe this emptiness

will be a lighter load

than the baggage of the days

i did unknowingly hoard

i am still lost, i am not found

i feel as light as air

some days my feet would touch the ground

some days i won't be here.