A Room With A View

I send out the S.O.S. tonight,
To find the loved ones gone away.
In doing so
I find a little room inside my chest;
Its been black and cold for a very long time.
When I turn the light on
I find the switch still works,
And I see that it permeates
With concern and distress.
As I look about
I see photographs of others
And realize I forgot a few things.

There's a room inside my chest
That is lighting up tonight
For all those I've sacrificed
To push my self ahead.

Now I don't know what to do
When the spin feels like something
I just can't keep up with anymore.
Shall I shut this light off
And walk away again,
Or is there still some meaning
Left that I can explore?