The Room

by Luis Negron

May 13, 2014

The Room

Lying down in the room

The only light coming from the moon

Hearing all the shouting

While i sit there crying

Lying to myself

While watching the books sitting in the shelf

Suddenly the door opens

And i see some tokens

A foot comes inside

And i lay down on my side

I feel pain on my back

As the axe goes whack

Sleep then overtakes me and i see a tree

And i tell myself that finally I'm free

End

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weirdpoet37May 15, 2014

<p>i think this poem is about an scenario in a room.i love everything about this poem.it remiinds of perfection.rhyme is definetely here you are an awesome i luv the way you write and i hope you can keep up with this because its awesome.</p>