The RoomA Poem by Tenten
The room was my sanctuary That room became my prison This room became my exile The room was my hope That room became my tears This room was my anger The, That, This…. was, became, … is Sanctuary, Prison, Exile hope, tears, anger
Room, this room is a room Cold echoes of the once girl That left for finding.. ..still searching For the right place That will not become The Room.
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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