Alone in an Empty Room

I sit alone in an empty room

Just staring at the walls

And I feel the cents slipping away

From my bank account

Along with the seconds

Of my life

I sit alone in an empty room

Just breathing, thinking, existing

But existence doesn’t come cheap

I look at my desk, my sofa, my things

A tasteless but furnished home;

A home that isn’t a home,

Just a concrete prison

Furniture doesn’t bring fullness

Nor warmth, nor life;

A common mistake

I look around the room, at my things

As cold and empty as my heart

As meaningless as all the rest

I could have brought plants, pets

Since only life can bring life

To a place devoid of it

But life is not meant to be caged

It is just humans and their odd desire

For locking up life, parts of nature

And claiming to own this life

(Slavery still exists) 

That created this myth

I sigh 

And shift my weight against the wall

Feeling the ever-present ache in my back

And the cents slipping away

Wondering about the value of my flesh

And the worth of my mind

If any

But all I can think is

The sofa is worth more;

At least in slavery

A man knew his worth

I sit alone in an empty room

Devoid of life and feeling

Much like me, but not quite;

I still feel some life holding on

For something I don’t know

I have no clue why I bother

Why I’m living in this empty cage

Existing without reason, expensively

When a single beautiful day

A final day, in nature

Without humans, ending in death

Seems infinitely more valuable

I sit alone in an empty room

And think and sigh

But no matter what I think

The only conclusion I ever reach is that

Nothing matters