That dark room-- poem

THAT DARK ROOM

There is that one dark room.

The cobwebs there I can’t clean with a broom.

I look around and the place is cold,

To take a step in, I’m not bold.

It’s the one place I fear,

Every time I think about it I shed a tear.

One for the thought of being alone

Two for the fact that I am alone.

I watch as all the emotions come running

Making me feel like I’m stunning

But in the end I can’t commit to that loving.

There is that one dark room that I fear to enter

Because all my fears will be brought to the center.

That dark room, is the room of love.