My Room. Feb 2nd, 2006

by BlackxNailxPolishx   Mar 18, 2006


My room so dark with weary,
so sick with agony.
Look around and you'll see.
A window open;
with wind coming in gently.
A trembling dog, unfinished bed.
A table;
with the letter Y marked with my blood.
For Y am I here ?

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lucy D1am0nd

    I liked the expresive words in this poem. It helps you imagine what the scene would look like. Great job.

  • 18 years ago

    by Void

    Hehe, it finally worked! I told you I would get to read and comment your poem. lol. Anyway, that's really good. I never actually expected something like that from the title - but I was pleasantly surprised. It's pretty sad, but such a good read. Nice job! :)

  • 18 years ago

    by .::BrokenHrt::.

    Hey...i liked dis poem...it realli sends across a message...good work 5/5 XoX

  • 18 years ago

    by nadsyy

    Wow i lyked dis....lvoe dia mwaz xoxo

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