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My room

My room by KH

A door that won’t close right.

A arch like a rainbow, a cracked rainbow.

Doors that lead to what is like a old attic.

Out the attic to the dumpster.

The floor covered in junk.

Old clothes,

Toys,

Papers.

A table with the top scribbled with crayons for two.

Taxidermy animals sit on the dresser.

A haunted TV flickering with static.

A old little house for play time and imagination.

An ugly couch no pillows for comfort, not even one.

A lazy cat lays on a bunk bed supported with tap.

One thing stands out the most.

Long, large window cracked with out of color curtains.

Looking out a bright neighborhood shows.

This is My Room.

This poem makes me...
  • Think (43%)
  • Smile (14%)
  • Somber (0%)
  • Surprised (14%)
  • Feel a Connection (29%)
  • Inspired (0%)
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