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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