Your Room

We've all been there...

 

The bedroom is truly a safe place,

It's a fortress of iron and stone,

Where the terror of weakness can be faced

In the knowledge of being alone.

 

This little lost space is your palace,

Last bastion for sanity's end,

Where the crazies come offering malice,

And they quietly go round the bend.

 

The plaster will bear all your scratches,

And the window will muffle your screams,

No tears shall escape through the latches

When your world falls apart at the seams.

 

And the words can be lost in the ranting,

As the fingers claw hard at your heart,

Crying desperate and breathlessly panting,

Let it end, let it tear you apart.

 

Make the bestial fear run its mile,

After time you can rise again strong,

Tame the beast, even force up a smile,

Go on telling them nothing is wrong.

 

So weep not, nor whimper in error,

Harness tight all your feelings of doom,

Show the world not your weakness or terror,

Keep it hidden away in your room.

Reviews

[Morgan Ashire]

I simply have one word for you. Beautiful. Its delivery reminds me of a piece I wrote called "Lust and Longing." Very well written. The language was immaculate. You seem to be a very articulate person. Those are coming fewer and further between. Your use of imagery, although subtle, was extremely effective in conveying the mixed emotions that this piece delivers. Bravo. Well done. Many have tried and many have failed to write a piece like this. I'm happy to say that you succeeded. 100/100 from me. Very well done.