The Room

I followed the shadows to a room with no door,

Sat down in a chair that existed no more.

I struggled with sadness and shoveled on through,

Blacked out in the hallway while thinking of you.

It was time to quit thrusting inside my dense womb;

For I could hear the black sundown impending my doom.

So ill climb to the top of this great standing wall,

And listen with tears to the depth of my fall.