My room is a lonely kingdom

Marooned in bed

with cigarettes

and cold coffee

within reach

Headphones on

and alone

in the window’s

streetlight glow,

my bed is a broken raft

that cannot brave the sea.

I’m drowning on land,

gasping for air

I’m loath to breathe.

There’s always

someone around

who will call

the song intones,

but the phone

is always

silent

and

the night

is too large

for my heart.

 This poem is taken from We r all one, we always win, 
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