My room is a lonely kingdom

Marooned in bed

with cigarettes

and cold coffee

within reach

Headphones on

and alone

In the streetlight

glow, my bed

Is a raft

that takes me

towards

more treacherous

waters.

I’m drowing

on land

gasping

for air

I’m loath

to breathe.

There’s always

someone around

who will call

they sang

but,

the phone

is always

silent

and

the night

is too large

for my heart.