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There’s someone in my room,

Sitting and staring.

Maybe it’s just the air,

Maybe it’s just the waves of my fear.

What’s the difference?


Either way: 

There’s someone in my room,

Sitting and staring. 

I can smell the darkness
Throwing its arrow across of my bed.
The darkness is my matchless friend.

It’s burning hot here.

The house is singing

Like a villain from a sci-fi movie, 

With a really bad mustache,

Forever requesting for blood,

Ready for battle,

Burned to ash.

I stare into the infinity.
If there’s someone out there
Who really cares.

And then I ask:
Where’s my tea?..

/I’m no good at playing victim/

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11 replies

  1. The first two lines prompted me to read this poem in a whisper….inside of my head, of course. That’s how lively your poem was for me. You wrote the heck out of this one!

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    1. Gosh…now I remember why it was tea 😫😭 was no coffee this morning and I had plans to buy it..but I forgot it 😐 after gym. And now again only tea for tomorrow morning. What a life 😭😭😭


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