Trapped

Trapped in a room
Without any walls
And no one around
To hear my calls

No heavy ceiling
But it still holds me in
Just a dirty old floor
And a dry bottle of gin

But here I am stuck
Trapped in this room
I can see out fine
But no windows entomb

Sitting here in
This place all alone
Once it was grand
And I sat on a throne

But they have all left me
And the throne’s gone now too
Nothing is left
And my days are too few

But who will mourn me
When I am not here
Will anyone notice
Not likely, I fear

For life is a journey
For others, I guess
While I sit here trapped
In a room that’s a mess