In my room the darkness hides,
like a hermit in a cave, it resides,
the lamp in my room, by dark it abides,
like a print in the sand, overrun by the tides.
this is how I feel in my room,
there is no light, only gloom,
no thoughts get out, they are held inside,
deep within my room, they meet their doom,
they meet their doom.
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I think this poem has deep thought. Good Job.