The Deal

The walls of my room have held
the strangest of secrets for a while.
The windows know all sullen horizons
through the boulevard of time.
For years,
I have been trying to capture my life
around the ghettos of pen and paper;
the syllables weigh the heaviest
when put on my soul,
and lightest when
put on the internet.
The room has witnessed
untamed solitude put to serenity
over and over again;
Someone knocks
at the door
and asks for a deal
while other watches from
down the lane
for them—
it’s a deal
of words and emotion,
for me—
it’s a war
from life and beyond death.