Bedroom Poem by Matt Greenblatt
Bedroom
Sometimes I wake and
Fell suddenly so very
Distant from my home
Which is somedays
A vial filled with wasteland
Others a wasteland filled
With vials and cigarettes
And rarely just a space
With the bed I make daily
The desk I clean meticulously
The roommate with whom
I seldom speak
And to think that
When I was young
I dreaded creatures
That might nest in manholes
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