The New Room... Poem by RIC BASTASA

as i open another door
and enter the room, i see
a different world, but i guess
this is it, it is destined to
be mine, and i am faced with
challenges now, what to do,
with what is at the command
of my hands,

i sit on the chair, which i
think had long been reserved
for me by destiny, and i begin
to think, 'what can i do with
all these? '

the inner voice says, 'you are
going to be different',
'you can do much better'
'you are going to correct the
errors of those who
committed the wrongs' in this

room, in this sinful table, on
this shameful floors.

'shall i call in the priest
to bless this room again? '

'there is no need', the voice
sings, and you merely have to
listen.

and i tell myself. I shall die
here, and it will be in peace.