Room Poem by Billy Juergens

Room



With stains on walls,
And cracked glass doors,
This place is not for me.
Each musty footstep
Draws me closer to the bleak
And frightening day end,
A night alone.
But when the broken tiles bleed
The quiet comfort of the home,
I will find peace.

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