In a room

IN A ROOM 

A story of separation 

In a room 

                                   

 
with a window  

a crying 

baby breaks the silence.

                

 In a room, a back room with a dark window 

the line of light  highlighted the darkness

Cough Cough Cough

Call Call Call

In a dark room, he came,

lifted him up;  

pat pat pat 

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 

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, 

a drive through the night, 

headlights leading the way,

along roads, under  bridges,

over hills,

once more to…

A room,a blue room,with a bed

and a window

In a room, the silence that is 

when  breathing stops. 

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