Rooms of Gloom

 

Rooms of gloom where many see out their lives,

where the windows are painted black.

Emptiness and solitude await the final day,

when the room is taken away and the light shines in.

Those last days of gloom in that final room,

rooms of loneliness of being alone.

Friends and family are scattered abroad,

with them the pre deceased.

In these rooms of gloom only memories 

are heard as echoes from the past.

Past loves whisper in the midst of our sleep,

of sad dreams and moments when tears fall.

Rooms of gloom which become God's waiting room,

time held in suspension until the bell sounds.

Rooms of gloom where the pain of being separated,

eats away at the soul and troubles the mind.

The unloved, the abandoned, the lost and damaged,

occupy these rooms of gloom.

A silence is heard as a call to those in these rooms,

Little time is left in these tombs of gloom.