My Room Poem by Me ...

My Room

Rating: 4.7


The silence in my room,
Paired with the ruckus in my head,
Feels so surreal...
Like I'm not me...
Like this is not my reality

The emptiness of my heart,
With the fullness of my tear glands
Feels ironically sad...
Like I'm not me...
Like this is not my reality

Alas! The commotion of the world outside matches that in my head,
They cancel out...
I feel like I'm in my reality,
Like I'm me again

The sun of the world outside dries my eyes out
And only then do my eyes and my heart share a thing in common-
Desolation and dissertation
I feel like I'm me again...
Like I'm finally back in my reality

A thought disrupts this pseudo peace of mine,
It's small and light, almost like a whisper...
It says, 'Wait till you get back to your room',
My demeanor shifts almost immediately

I start to question what my reality really is
Who I really am.
But the thought of my room scares me,
So that's all I think about
When I'm in the world outside.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Depression is a very dark place to be in. Isolation fosters depression.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marvin Tordillos 05 October 2024

I like you were able to compare your room to your thoughts, sometimes whenever I'm in my room that's when my thoughts are the loudest it drowns me, console me and consume me, that I forget about how time passes and what's happening in the world and it's all I think about whenever I'm outside.

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