My hotel is china

‘S made entirely of wood

It is rotten to core

I would leave if I could

But it keeps me on leash

It won’t let me go

I’m his favorite dish

As the season is low

Others come in

And go as they please

They are part of the show

But they take it with ease

Days full of chatter

Nights full of moans

But it doesn’t matter

All I care for is dawn

The precious time

When I can be alone

Red as the wine

Cold as the stone

When only the birds

Can be heard on the hills

Giving me hope

That one day I will heal

There won’t be this pain

Decorating my days

There will be a lane

Instead of many wrong ways

But so far we are rotting

The lumber and me

Stairways are hurting

Walls are on their knees

Windows won’t open

Doors are all stuck

Pain isn’t stopping

I’m out of luck

I’ll be leaving tomorrow

Cos I could not today

My head’s full of sorrow

My feed made of clay

I may leave in April

But I’ll come back in May