Eric Tirado

My Lastest Room

In this dark room no light shall seep
It grows inward and reaches six feet deep.
This is my home, this is my tomb.
For my old room will never be
The key just six inches near
On the other side of this dreaded door.

Once the room was comfortable and the door swung ajar.
Till the 13th of May arose and pushed me to spar.

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