IN A ROOM
A story of separation
In a room
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 with a window |
a crying
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| baby breaks the silence. |
In a room, a back room with a dark window
the line of light highlighted the darkness
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Cough Cough Cough
Call Call Call
In a dark room, he came,
lifted him up;
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pat pat pat
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Back to sleep again
In a room, years gone by, a boy grown up
Stairs and Shadows
Battles of will
Lose and lie - in the room and wait...
in a room, crying breaks the silence
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The boy is alone once more
In a room, an empty room, a window,
the crossroads from his doorstep
his eyes start to fade
he goes back to the room to the worlds that he has made
Gazing at the walls, to the street, he sees the signs,
Telling him he's stayed one too many mornings
And he's a thousand miles behind.
It's a angry restless feeling
That eats its way through him
When everything he says
Is taken as wrong or as no good.
She may be right from her side
But he can be right from his
They're both just too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.
Down the street the world is calling
to him inside his room
His days are getting lonely
and he knows that he must go.
The silent world may shatter
from the sounds inside his mind
but he's restless for those mornings
And to be a thousand miles behind.
He would not return.
In a room, far away, a dark room, a phone rings,
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a drive through the night,
headlights leading the way,
along roads, under bridges,
over hills,
once more to…
A room,
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| and a window |
In a room,
when breathing stops.
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The noise of dying,
broken only by the
the sound of hugging and tears on cheek |
In a room
Words and images © ted ryan 2011
except for the bit that's too much like Bob Dylan
