dong123321 4931

Rookie (08/13/1994)

Home - Poem by dong123321 4931


Wet bed,
Smell like old flesh.
Even flys won't get near.

Old walls,
Covered with green mold.
When you sleep that's your nightmare.

Ugly floors,
Never cleaned before looks like thousand of roaches clawing on it.
The room smell like dead fish under burning sun.

Dusty water,
Taste like liquid dripping from garbage.
Rat would want to eat food from the shove.

My home.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 28, 2011

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