My roomA Poem by TinaA room can be a haven or a prisonthe gray cat on a dresser stands still, staring with lifeless eyes. fur shines so smooth but not soft and warm. i wish it was alive purring softly in my lap. but it sits frozen forever gazing. silent and cold. like death. opposite is my dog , alive and warm. soft to the touch . floppy ears twitch. when i`m sad he comforts me. when im cold he keeps me warm at night. he protects me . hes aged and gray but i still see the puppy i raised. a painting on the wall of paris. the Eiffel tower stands tall in the backdrop. people stroll the streets window shopping or peering at the canals rippling waters. its one of my favorites paintings . and its signed ..Burnett.. leaving me to ponder. i have a window that i can look out at only a portion of this small town. i see the moods of the weather. night and days pass. trees and birds. three plants sit on the windowsill clinging to life. as i dream of a life outside these walls. my room as a whole had everything i need. a warm cozy bed. pretty things to fill it , a tv and radio , and many other comforts. yet it can be a lonely prison. it can hide my secrets , thoughts and dreams. it is a reflection of me. but i yearn for freedom and adventure.
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StatsAuthorTinaLAAboutHi I'm Tina. I've written short stories and poetry off and on for years. I enjoy reading poetry. A lot of my short stories do leave people wanting to know more, I like that. Whenever I try to write .. more..Writing
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