Sanctuary

Bookshelves dark like night, sans the stars 

Lined with color after color 

Story after story 

Bright red beanbag 

Caved in from late night reads 

 

Maroon sheets mask the mattress 

Littered with stack after stack 

Story after story 

Nightstand filled with the Mt. Everest of 

Pencil and eraser shavings 

Trashcan fed with crumpled papers 

 

 

Dark purple laptop case 

Lying across desk, laptop filled 

Document after document 

Story after story 

Sitting in chair, rolled out 

Lying face first on desk, fast asleep 

 

Author's Note

I'm starting to post stuff from my Creative Writing class at school, so I'm just going to post them all at once or maybe a few a day.

This one is a poem describing my room that I had to do for class.