Vacancy

Don’t knock on the door, don’t come to call
your efforts are in vain, there’s nobody home.
she’s turned out the lights in her eyes,
said her good-bye’s
wanders now, seeking those neon signs.

miles and miles of open road,
lights dimmed now with nowhere to go.
lost in the dark emptiness of her own bitter soul,
she seeks the vacancy out alone in the unknown.

neon shadows paint the night,
she seeks the one all others deny;
aged and broken, falling apart,
echoing screams to match her heart

Sorrow’s night clerk gives her a knowing glance,
collects her payment with no pretense.
empty eyes hands her the key
with a token for a round of free misery.

she steps inside the walls of foul decay,
remnants of broken dreams litter the way.
here in the gloom of the neon light
she abandons her own,
to be swept under the bed come the morn’.

daylight hours, meant for those filled with life.
she binds her eyes until the night.
when once again she can traverse the lonely road,
searching for the vacancy to match her own

don’t knock on the door, don’t come to call
your efforts are in vain, there’s nobody home
she’s turned out the lights in her eyes,
said her good-bye’s
wanders now seeking those neon signs.

I have to make a note that this was written many years ago though hadn’t seen much of the light of day. Poems of darkness and sorrow aren’t as pleasant to share but to ignore this state entirely doesn’t tell the truth of our lives and our hearts. I know that each one of us goes through our own difficulties, and though it can be difficult to look back upon, it is important to learn from as well as appreciate how far we’ve come.