Whats It Like Inside Your Room? Poem by jason medina

What's it like inside your room?
Inside mine there are shadows and there are stars
and a faint light lain upon the dark;
It cuts across like a scar.
And like a crack through a tomb
A poem is in blume.
What's it like inside your room?

Inside mine resides the ghost of eternity
We have spoken often
In words that flow internally.
He can not hear.
So he sways then to what tune?
Niether can he see.
So his eyes then search for whom?
Whats it like inside your room?

Inside mine there exists a peace
Which I keep away from even my dearest friends reach.
They would destroy it if they know its here.
They will not allow me something so sincere.
And in this peace I am nourished and I am grown
like in a womb.
What's it like inside your room?

Inside mine there are shadows and there are stars
and a faint light lain upon the dark;
it cuts across like a scar.
And like a crack through a tomb
A poem is in blume.
What's it like inside your room?