Apartment 302 (The Room) Poem by Justin Gildow
Apartment 302 (The Room)
Woke up one day
Realized I couldn't leave this place
White noise greets me from the TV
I'm wondering what's going on outside
I swear I think I can hear things
But the people who wonder about me, can't hear me
From inside this chained door
Locked up tight with the locks of liberation
Love and adoration have been hidden with keys of liberation
I get slips of paper underneath the crack of my chained front door
I can't open the windows of this cursed place
As I make my way and walk around the room
I see a hole in a few instances in here
So with nothing to lose
And waiting to get rid of this bad aura of fear
I get sucked through the hole
Leaving the room far behind
I'll go to take back my sanity
And to find my perfect escape
From this bizarre reality
And this all too real nightmare
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5/13/2024 5:40:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
ah, yes, I remember apartment 302. it was MINE! and in the BRONX! an infernal hellhole, a never ending nightmare of noise, neighbors, and crime, that left me without a shred of sanity. . you were lucky to escape, BECAUSE NO ONE LEAVES THE BRONX, NOT EVER!