Love your critique flag. Maybe I should lay on the compliments.
I was going to say that this poem seems unfinished, but usually when I say things like that, I end up being wrong---or, I'm just seeing something you intended (as in, it's supposed to seem unfinished because it's inconclusive, it expresses a broken sentiment, a kind of emptiness). You have this wonderful habit of inviting your readership to feel the way you do, and it's especially effective in this little poem, where the imagery comes only halfway into the poem and the sentiment and atmosphere dominate. It's kind of like leading us into a poem blindfolded and then building us up for things as simple as "room" and "walls."
Somehow I always expect you to write in unconventional ways (which you sometimes do), but I'm starting to appreciate the very conventional aspects of your writing style. It really helps your writing to feel more sincere (which I don't doubt that it is) for you to rely on its content so heavily... it's kind of the reverse of the way I write (since form is secondary to substance in your writing, and vica versa with me). You remind me of Emily Dickinson at her most emotional, or William Blake at his least mystical.
As always, this is superb... the combination of apparently disconnected concepts like beds and unrest, boasting and clues, et cetera, make this uniquely Serenity. Thanks for sharing.