Within My Room

I am alone within my room.
Restive moods inside my walls.
I was sleeping wide awake.
Helping the paranoia to grow,
from within my sleeping head
that I took the time to know.

I was expiring through the pain
that some claimed was never there.
I was standing strong on my bed
making love to the ancient air.
For when the blessings came to me,
I was naked but for the hair.

Coloured patterns hit the walls.
Suppressing what I occupied.
I was growing yet another shell.
Proof alone that I didn't die.
As I stood and lived the moment,
closing the door with my eyes.,

I was alone within my room.
In that, the shadows weren't there.
Reached over and switched on the lights
till they glowed all about me in the air.
Then I sat and put my make-up face on.
Now I see where I hid the chair.

Reviews

[Thea]

Interesting...Flows smoothly every line...Good work...

[Seshat Nidaba]

You play on illusion, on maya, on a variety of subjectivity that I find very male and very poised somehow, like as if, you are on the edge of a breakthrough.

I may be reading too much into this, a very stimulating read.

[TawnyBlueStar]

wow.
love it :D
i really like the first stanza and the 'I was sleeping wide awake.' reminded me of nonsense poems :) love the description too :D