The Room

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

Comments

weirdpoet37

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.

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