In My Room
IN MY ROOM
So the rain falls.
While in my room are toys
and books and tools and poems and
things that say I am, and what I am to be.
So the pain calls
while in my room I screen
the mind and place my thoughts on
things that say I am, and what I am to be.
When rain and pain and cloud struck gloom
creep in my room and dwell, these
things are specks of dust.
So the pain calls.
Then rain and pain and cloud struck gloom
choke the heart of what I am, and
what I am to be. As death,
so the rain falls.
Copyright © Fritz Crytzer | Year Posted 2016
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