The State of my Room

The State of my Room

A Poem by Death's Poet

As I sit here in a darkened room
Shades blowing lazily in the breeze

The cold air haunts me
Yet fills my soul to ease

It's cold, but it's not freezing
Just enough to give a chill

To tired to remember if I'm broke
Or if I just forgot to pay the heating bill

It wasn't the latter
Though I would never tell my mother

I can hear her condescending tone
As she compares me to my brother

I pull the threadbare blanket close
Not for warmth, but to comfort me

I look around this darkened room
At the same mess I always see

If rooms reflect the state of one's life
Mine would hit the nail on the head

For my room is in the exact state
Of one who wishes they were dead

© 2016 Death's Poet


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Two words: beautiful imagery. Each description of your room made me not only visualize, but actually "feel" the melancholy. From the "shades blowing lazily in the breeze" to the cold air, each of your descriptions gave me chillls. To finish it off, the way you related the room to your emotions (or, more specifically, to your sorrow as you reflected on your mom's words) was brilliant. With each description of your character and the room, you created a dark, somber tone that nearly moved me to tears. Great job. I'd give this a 10 out of 10.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

8 Years Ago

I can tell. In Poe's essay, "The Philosophy of Composition," he said that "Beauty of whatever kind, .. read more
William Liston

8 Years Ago

I'm thinking of creating a writing course or an analytical essay about poetry sometime this summer. .. read more
Death's Poet

8 Years Ago

Oh my gosh I would be absolutely honored if you would!!!! I would love to hear their reactions if yo.. read more



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A lovely write at least the imagery is one of being lived in while those home mags that show pictures of bedrooms look so sterile, clean but empty of being lived in, untidy gives life I think.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Death's Poet

8 Years Ago

Thank you Andrew! I am so glad you are still active on here!
andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

I didn't know you read my writes lol.
Two words: beautiful imagery. Each description of your room made me not only visualize, but actually "feel" the melancholy. From the "shades blowing lazily in the breeze" to the cold air, each of your descriptions gave me chillls. To finish it off, the way you related the room to your emotions (or, more specifically, to your sorrow as you reflected on your mom's words) was brilliant. With each description of your character and the room, you created a dark, somber tone that nearly moved me to tears. Great job. I'd give this a 10 out of 10.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

William Liston

8 Years Ago

I can tell. In Poe's essay, "The Philosophy of Composition," he said that "Beauty of whatever kind, .. read more
William Liston

8 Years Ago

I'm thinking of creating a writing course or an analytical essay about poetry sometime this summer. .. read more
Death's Poet

8 Years Ago

Oh my gosh I would be absolutely honored if you would!!!! I would love to hear their reactions if yo.. read more

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