between the used socks and the books
lying all around like fallen comrades
in a corner in the dark room
awaits impending doom

a letter unopened that holds no promise
of good things to come
in that dark corner where the is no sun
there hides the nightmares

shall I open and read goodbyes
or just despise
the fact that everything comes in black
in my life

in a corner of my dark room
lies a letter I want to forget
written on it is just one word
‘farewell’

on a bed in my dark room
she lies like a dream
the pills all around her
the tragedy all but scream
so many pills
and she is gone away
to just another dark room
in a hell of decay

(c) 2014 allen simpson