Monday, May 17, 2010

My Room - Sarah Hunt

Jacob Cardinal

My Room
Sarah Hunt

My room is a place only I can get through,
It expresses in clutter what words cannot say.
To my disposition my room will be true.

Try and step in for a special new view.
First sign of trouble: the blocked and shut doorway.
My room is a place only I can get through.

My floor has been seen by so very few:
A show I live life and a carefree fun way.
To my disposition my room will be true.

Looking not hard one may spot some mildew,
Or see last week’s lunch that has begun to decay.
My room is a place that only I can get through.

A glance in the room is to see a review,
Memoirs of life left out for display.
To my disposition my room will be true.

From ten years ago still lies an old shoe,
I can’t find the strength to throw it away.
My room is a place only I can get through.

My room, just like me continually grew.
When asked if I’ll clean I do not obey;
To my disposition my room will be true.
My room is a place only I can get through.

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