In A Way I Suppose This Works
This sunny room
This sunny
Dust sprinkled
Faded old
Room
This is my home
The attic bedroom
Squishy bed
Faded blankets
Well loved toys
Memories
This is where I come to rest
Life is so bitterly cold
It’s frost
Envelops me
Burning me
To the core
Till I am left a time stamp
I’ve hurt so much
My head aches
With feverish anger
I’m tired
I’m done
Done with life
I fade
Just like my room
Childhood preserved
Cause adulthood
Was too much
I am left a ghost
I inhabit this room
As the sunshine
I once basked in
I used to be so warm
But then sue claimed me
Now I’m just dead.
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