Bedroom DaysA Poem by Sarah MarieWhen the storm becomes too violent And parents cannot seem to understand, Whether or not they are Heaven sent, That nothing is better than being able to stand And feel the rain drops fall over my face- I am locked in my tower, My favorite and safest place, Until no longer is it the storm’s hour- Such is the story of a bedroom day. When solitude is my only survival And all I wish to do is silently lay Away from a world too demanding and wild For my thoughts and taste- It is really just as well I guess, To be contained within my quietest place; Words and actions could use a day’s rest- I lock the door and swallow the key So that none can bother me on this bedroom day. When I must hide, wondering why no one will let me be Or when I hate all and everything they say; When I am angry at everything but my room And despise everyone but myself- I conceal myself within my temporary tomb, My sanctuary and selfish wealth- No one seems to understand I want to be alone. I cannot listen to them anymore when All I want is to be on my own. When I would sooner die than be alone, but with a good friend, A friend who knows my touch and kiss; When I would like to shield myself from all But him, such a good, visiting friend whom I had missed- He draws the curtains and the blinds fall As I crawl beside him and stretch out my hand- Such a nice bedroom, with places to sit or lay- He crawls beside me and takes my hand-such a man- Such a nice bedroom, perfect for this bedroom day.
© 2012 Sarah MarieReviews
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1 Review Added on June 20, 2012 Last Updated on June 20, 2012 AuthorSarah Mariemy own world...come visit me!, SCAboutAspiring starving artist: Bachelor's degree in English, minor in professional writing, concentration in writing, unofficial concentration in British literature...2017 more..Writing
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