My Room at Midnight

My Room at Midnight

A Poem by E.J. Michalec

My 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
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E.J. Michalec
E.J. Michalec

Cleveland, OH



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I'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..

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