Spare Room In My House But No Spare Room In Their Hearts Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Found in a dream then lost in the same dream
And the spare room in my house is in the back next to the kitchen
Where the landlord stores some furniture
And we keep our old luggage and a decrepit bureau we haven't gotten around to getting rid of

I wish they could find some spare room in their organs of emotion
Filled with pumping exclusion

Satisfaction would come not be only as a result of first tier movement
Into thoughts before bedtime
Into thoughts upon waking

But in a dusty store room
A spare room of goods yet to be tossed
You are still in a place within the four walls of a heart
Awaiting optimistically a renovation based on your true worth