The Nonair House Poem by Proteus Doorknob

The Nonair House



There have no air in the house
I live in
I am similar as a caged mouse
I think

no air, no breath
my lungs are very cold
no air, no life
I am a lonely soul

I am becoming mad
the large pressure
will break my head

the house is not the gift from devil
but the trap of love

Sunday, December 2, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: house
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