Fritz Crytzer Poet I do not know?

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.

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