My Room at MidnightA Poem by E.J. MichalecMy
bright blue walls were barely visible The
sweet sounds of soft music Channeled
through me And
relaxed my body Only
light source Were
glowing boxes of technology The
scent of laundry detergent Lingered
within my blankets Striped
cat Lurking
in the shadows Pushing
in and out Of the
busted bedroom door And
sock monkeys lay next to my bed Lifeless
on the floor And I observe
each and every one of these things Until
I can’t stay awake anymore © 2012 E.J. Michalec |
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Added on September 19, 2012 Last Updated on September 23, 2012 AuthorE.J. MichalecCleveland, OHAboutI'm Em. I'm 21. Poetry for me is a valve to release the multitude of pressures that come my way in life. This profile more or less has every piece I've written since I was as young as 13 and the art o.. more..Writing
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