Submissions by TheYoungRocko

My room is a room of many.

There is a mirror here.
As the fragments form to make a reflection
I become filled with emptiness
Trapped in normality
And infused with morphing desires.

There is a gem here.
A drowning sapphire
from a dark night last fall
It is the only thing left
From a collection of
Fear, anxiety, and broken promises.
Bad welfare causing farewells that never fair well...
The voices in my room remind me
I am not alone.

There is a window here.
Always open so the reality of the world ...