My Room Poem by uhm.. yeah

Go ahead
Enter my room.
Usually, its windows are always open, mid winter and spring
And the fan is always on, keeping the air moving
And the mirror is polished, the reflection sparkling clean
And the closet is orderly with all the knives in their sheaths.
But recently my friend,
The windows have shut regardless the weather
And the fan has broken down seemingly faulty forever
And the mirror is foggy, disfigured, and fractured
And all those knives from the closet pierce the floor in a rapture.
So go ahead
Don those tattered shoes at the threshold
I will thoroughly be surprised if you remain and stay so bold
Unlike the many others who come in to take a peek
Who after one step, recede to safety
It is my sanctuary and my hell
These days the difference is hard to tell
And after too many nights spent sleeping in this location,
I start to deny any hope of renovation.