In the room next door

I watched my joy slowly slip

back into that unknown place

from which it came,

and with it left my capacity

to reach out and touch

my own life,

to converse with friends

about weather and space

and to participate actively

in my own tomorrow,

and there I was left,

in the bare room

of my own internal,

not knowing when it got

so quiet,

listening to the

humming of my

own life passing me by,

in the room next door