Before Dawn
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.