In a Room with a Roof

The sky outside is bright and clear,
Yet my heart is shrouded with tears.
Sunlight bathes the distant houses,
While smog blankets my soul.
I should cherish such rare sunny days,
But I'm trapped in this small room, afraid to stray.
Looking into the mirror—I see:
Unwashed hair,
Puffy eyes,
A sallow face with a bitter smile,
And stacked high on my desk a pile of files.
All forging invisible, unbreakable shackles around my feet.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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March 4, 2025 at 10:04 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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