My Hiding Place

The cobwebs keep growing.

Sometimes there a re spiders sitting there,

wasting away their life.

Roaches creep out of the ceiling.

There is a little hole where rats and mice live.

 

It's the darkest place of each room.

My true self hides there while my lonliness lurks about.

 

Sometimes I use my pencil to draw my pain.

I write my pain out in blood.

 

Dust collects upon my body

as I wait in patience for a hero.

 

My place of comfort,

where my tears pile in puddles,

and my sorrow weaps.

 

The crucial pain yells at me,

but there is nothing I can do.

 

The only place I can truly call home,

even though it feels like just another.

The Corner.

Reviews

[0AudreyClaire0]

You have great imagery here! Fantastic job. :)
-Aud

[TheAdamBryant]

very nice poem

[Coyote Poetry]

"It's the darkest place of each room.
My true self hides there while my lonliness lurks about."
I like the use of rats and the roaches. Gave life and strength to your poem. I did like the ending. We need our space to be free to think. A excellent poem.
Coyote