Submit a Poem
Get Your Premium Membership
spacer
Pinterest button
Comments Inbox

 

in a hotel room

in a hotel room
born of the dust
i sat on the bed
i began to rust

from knowledge in the air
from seasonal flair


i learned in this room
i learned how to read

its just like a class
except all it needs

is more than just me
and this glowing screen

Please Login to post a comment



A comment has not been posted for this poem. Be the first to comment.