The Room Poem by Joseph Anthony Montefusco

A place where depression and thought converge
Into one mass of insanity
Where maniacal thoughts begin
To form within the cranial cavity

Where the thought of peace
Is quickly deflected
Because what we know as disorder
Is where my soul is directed

And the solitude of the mind
Is only exceeded by the solitude of the physical
Because every new second is insanity
And time becomes all the more critical

To the heart, mind, and body
Of my tortured soul
Because the pain I get to know
Becomes to be out of control

Whereas egos of the same mind
Clash, crash, and collide
Expanding the room to
1 mile long and 1 mile wide

The separation from logical thinking
And humanity is unbearable
But now my mind
Is beyond repairable

No longer is the answer love
But the taste of unforgiving steel
The outcome will be tragic
but I still love how it feels

Now just a blip in the obituaries
Finally the room is gone
And now I join other tortured souls
Down below in the great beyond.