A four wall room is one thing, <br />But when just your face rocks the world <br />How does a beating heart stay still? <br />When your face is etched into the sun <br />Making it so bright as to burn the skin <br />How can I possibly hope to dream? <br />Endless cups of tea and cigarettes <br />Mark out points in time like beacons in a wasteland. <br />Each one pointing onwards, forwards <br />To a place of fertility. <br />But when time and space conspire against you <br />How does one possibly hope to remain within the race? <br />When strength of feeling is not enough, <br />When mutual embrace unfolds, <br />When life moves on without love, <br />How then do we live within ourselves? <br />A four wall room is one thing, <br />But an empty bed is quite another.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-four-wall-room/
