My Room

A short story poem I wrote about my room whilst bored

This is a poem about my room
It's nothing more than four walls really
A tiled floor, and a low cieling
And a small white table
That I'm using to write this poem

It's not really my room
For it has three other beds
That I share
Usually with no one
But once a while with a brother

I can't sleep anywhere though
For I have a permanent bed
A comfortable seven by four feet
I'm not sure if that's the actual measurement
But seems like it

I'm usually in my room
Incase you're looking
But if you're not
I hope you get to read a certain poem
A certain poem about my room.

Author's Note

I hope you like it