My Room

By: Naini Ann Maka-Mailei

A square room with pictures that hung

A mirror which mimics my motions

A door that slams and close

A wall that hung a rose

A fan that blows and flows

Motions that comes and goes

Bodies that sleeps and wakes

Curtains that hung pale and white

Blankets that comforts me through terrors at night

Soon I cannot fight but just close my eyes and say goodnight