Bedroom

I love my bedroom.

It’s a nice and roomy place.

I mean, this is where I hide away

When there are problems to face,

And it’s funny because I never leave.

It’s not that I want to leave;

I love it here.

It just took me a while to realize

The truth behind what I really fear.

Loneliness.

Loneliness feels like you’re trapped

In your own private world.

Except there’s no heaven there,

And God is barely a word.

Maybe He just doesn’t want to help me.

They say God is always present;

That He’s always with you, even if you don’t need him

But if that is so,

Why can I only hear my own breathing?

I think He’s mocking me.

He’s watching me inhale and exhale;

Maybe he’s planning my inevitable doom.

I’m holding my breath-

Wait-

Why can I still hear breathing in my bedroom?

Now I'm wishing for loneliness again.