within the attic

i sit within this clustered room

breathing in dusty fume

listening to very few

felling unglued

hollow space

hid behind my face

ive never felt more out of place

the darkness rises

behind musty curtain

i should have been more certain

dampened air,

creaky chair

life, lived is so unfair

nerves run free

to take ahold of me

let me know

when to go,

when to let my thoughts take hold

i sit wihtin this clustered room

breathing in dusty fume

where am i you ask?

in the attic,

behind the window

of my soul

shall you wish to find me..

thats were you should go

behind the window of my soul

 

Author's Note

plz ignore spelling

Reviews

[Nix]

Great poem! Very good rhyming scheme and relatively good rhythm. It leaves you thinking on the fact of not knowing exactly what you are talking about. It really kept me reading and wanting more! Well written! And remember spelling correctly gives your work a more professional quality.