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The Room

As I sit there upright and snooty, my maid brings my meal. “Here you are sir, how do you feel?” “I'm pleasant.” “Don't forget I have two guests coming today.” “Yes sir, I'll come up and notify you when they are on their way.” I finish eating and walk up and stare out the window. The size of this place still impresses me and pleases my ego. I see all my workers outside and breathe in the morning dew. I stare at them and can't stand their uniforms of aqua blue. I rub my wrists because they are both bruised and red, but I don't know why, maybe I was tossing and turning in my bed. I see two people walking towards the house, so my guests have arrived. We sit down and I lean forward and whisper, “I'm glad you survived.” One of them tears up and says, “I'm glad we survived too.” The maids would never suspect we were spies, they don't have a clue. “Okay, we don't have much time until the maid comes back.” “So here is your new assignment, put it in your pack.” “Thank you sir, now lets go outside and enjoy the time we're here.” The three of us walk outside, but they both check to make sure its clear. So many people are after me, I stay in my room with the door locked. But there is fencing and barbwire all around, so my enemies are blocked. One of them says to me, “so do you like this new home?” I say, “Its not too bad, but I liked it better in Rome.” I felt too uneasy out here, so I suggested we go back to the room. Out there I can feel people watching me, and I can see my impending doom. We get back to the room and talk about the details of the mission. Before they leave I bid them farewell on their expedition. I lay down in my bed and look up at the ceiling. I see all these dents and holes and the paint is peeling. I call my maid and ask where all these came from. “ohh I see what you are up to you think I'm dumb.” I see the fear in her eyes, she knows we're spies. My worst fears have come true, they found me. A wall of men in blue running toward me is all I see. I try to escape, but I eventually get tackled. Now I will spend my life in this cell, completely shackled. ****IF YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT THIS POEM IS ABOUT, WRITE IT IN THE COMMENTS SECTION. THANK YOU.****

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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