The Room
poem by:
No One
Written
on May 31, 2016
Is not mine.
The Room.
Belongs to no one.
It belongs to the memories left behind,
in its entirety.
A whole.
Lot of empty.
The Room.
Whispers just to spite me.
It laughs at me, when spited.Â
The Room.
Watches me as I sleep.
Praying to the god they believe in.
I'd sleep forever.
The Room.
Is not mine.
The Room.
Is home to the memories buried.
Forgiven but not quite forgotten.
The Room.
Is not mine.
The Room.
Is home to the demons created.
Apart of the memories.Â
Not destroyed.
But still lingering.
Reminding me.
The Room.
Is not mine.
