In This Room

Rough walls and deafening silence,

Cold floors and imaginary friends;

Afflictions and perpetual sadness,

In this quiet room, they transgress.

 

Centipedes hanging from the ceiling,

Goosebumps and an ill feeling;

Wounds, scars, and bruises,

In this creepy room, they repress.

 

Dim lights and suffocating space,

Window glass with a strangled face;

Tiny vessels of tears and fear,

In this strange room, they interfere.

 

As I open the door to the outside world,

Fake smiles and painted eyes concurred.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this from a time when silence felt heavy, and being alone with my thoughts felt more real than anything outside.


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Just saying..

Your writings are beautiful, and breathtaking. I hope you continue once again. The passion I can taste it with a burning scalding on the back of my tongue. Don't let your talent die. Resurrect it. I cannot wait to see what you have to offer after four years.
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