A Room Of Sorrows - Poem by Christopher Cardoso
Dull and Dead
From the nocturnal brutal clashes
As the sky bleeds and sun trips,
Dying over the horizon and
Putting the awakening room to bed.
Down and depressed,
The shades guard from the peeking light
As it runs away as after a long slow death
And the celestial fades
And the dark master dons his imperial mantle,
The rooms depression climbs to the climax
As every other emotion goes into hiding
As a soldier beaten down, hiding for recovery.
The awakening room releases its hidden emotion,
Feeling tired and worn-out that its
Of its split-personality, shooting and stabbing,
Killing the true form of its anatomy,
Incarcerating itself within juvenile
As its angry soul is gazed upon
When the room glances deeply into the mirror.
Dull and Dead, Down and Depressed
Damped as it wipes its cascading tears
As the room grow tired and rests gently
Among the arms as death cradles it to sleep.
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