In This Room Poem by Smoky Hoss

A severe sadness has entered the room.
Cold, dark and sinister.
Now we find we cannot see
where we are going.
We will have to go slowly now,
feeling our way, day by lonesome day.
Oh, though we are prone
to the loneliest of human emotions,
doubt,
somewhere deep in this room
we shall find
we know the way,
we always have.
Though the sadness be so sinister,
sinister in it's deception,
sinister in it's consumption,
it is not able to last.
Because, in this room,
hope was, long before sadness is;
and hope shall be,
long beyond the inevitable demise
of sadness.
Though the way may prove to be
long, arduous, nearly devastating,
we will make that journey
all the way.
All the way to where
the hope that filled our room
first showed us.
Though now the sadness blinds us
with tears of great longing,
paradoxically, it is those same heavy tears
that will inevitably wash
all of the sadness out of our room.
When enough tears, in time,
have fell,
then we will arise
in this room, our room,
the room that is our heart.
In the final analysis
doubt and sadness must lose,
for in the end, in this room, our room,
Love wins.