this lonely room

this lonely room

silence…
but for the hum of the ceiling fan

empty…
lumpy bed, scratched bureau
all that stands between
bare room and emptiness

a cockroach scampers up the wall
from nowhere
to somewhere, to hide
in dark crevices

how did i get to this place, this empty room
from somewhere to nowhere
from home
filled with family
…and things
to this lonely room
in someone else’s house

i come here…
to sleep
dreams, my only respite from loneliness
knowing that with the dawn
i’ll be back…
to this lonely room

thats how I will feel when I will be in US and I dread that day