The small room seems deserted

With only a dim night lamp

Waiting for a sleepless mind

A mussy narrow bed

Sheets stained with aching nights

Of a solitary lifestyle

Who would choose this ill-lit room?

Is this a sudden awareness that...

I?

I have tried to live here?

The light bulb pops, softly hisses,

And the room is all darkness

Carefully, I walk away.

- ayaz daryl nielsen