Room 1408

Hotels are glamorous until you
open up room 1408. 
I sit here sometimes, just to get
away from it all. 
I’ve no purpose besides to rest and
ponder away in the unfamiliarity. 

It’s nice at first, until the haunts
begin. 
I never leave the room, there’s nothing
in the lobby for me. 
I’ve learned that lesson. 

I used to say I would not make it till
20. 
Today I often say I won’t make it till
30. 
I’m hoping by 40 I’ll be able to say
I’ve 
made it, and that life tastes a little
less 
bitter. 

Either way, my own change has been 
the only one I could ever really rely
on. 

I suppose I’ll at least cheers to
that. 

– B. 

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