The State of my RoomA Poem by Death's PoetAs 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
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2 Reviews Added on May 15, 2016 Last Updated on May 15, 2016 AuthorDeath's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
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