M's Poetry
Room 212
Room 212
Bottle of Jack Daniels
life stuck
on the same old channel
emotions never exposed
the outside world
it must be living
but inside this room
feels so damn cold
break in the cuts
take the drugs
substitute for missing love
do all these bad things
say I will change
but the days go by
and room 212
still smells the same way
someone's son
someone's daughter
same old story
each and every chapter
the pages turn
the black ink spills
but death ends the period
with loved ones crying
what more could I have did?
It's more than just
empty bottles
more than just
depressed thoughts
the grip on these needles
the choice I rejected Jesus
the resolutions that never happened
when I could have changed
I never was ready
responsibilty I eluded
now who gets to pay.....
2007@ Megan Watkins
Bottle of Jack Daniels
life stuck
on the same old channel
emotions never exposed
the outside world
it must be living
but inside this room
feels so damn cold
break in the cuts
take the drugs
substitute for missing love
do all these bad things
say I will change
but the days go by
and room 212
still smells the same way
someone's son
someone's daughter
same old story
each and every chapter
the pages turn
the black ink spills
but death ends the period
with loved ones crying
what more could I have did?
It's more than just
empty bottles
more than just
depressed thoughts
the grip on these needles
the choice I rejected Jesus
the resolutions that never happened
when I could have changed
I never was ready
responsibilty I eluded
now who gets to pay.....
2007@ Megan Watkins
