Poetry karya oma Bibsy Sonharjo

I am walking in a room


i am walking in a room which is my heart
around and around I walk
an empty room-no chairs, no tables, Nothing.
I walk and walk and walk
Wishing to leave no spot untrod;
My feet sink deep as if through a soft, thick carpet
And each step presses
As an acrobat's feet through his safety-net.
And wondering I, having gone through this so long
And finding there not a single door now window:
Will I still be Walking through this empty room tomorrow?