This Room

Another restless night leaves me sitting up for the third time.

I’m tangled up inside myself and

I find searching in a dark room,

Will only find the dark.

But the furniture’s all rearrange and when

I turn my head to the right the bare floor

Stretches farther than wanted to.

The back of my hand sinks into a semi-flat pillow as I

Follow my left arm reaching…

I run my hand across the array of different textures hanging on the wall.

The edges are rounded and wearing themselves out,

Pointing towards the chalky lines

Imprinted on the surface,

Each one is different.

My bed has landed in 180 degreed lines

So I’ll sleep straight tonight

But these eyes aren’t gonna shut.

This night this room is darker than before.

But that just might be because there’s

Curtains on every window.

This night this room is darker than before.

But that  just might be because the

Tears may not flow anymore.

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"This night this room is darker than before.
But that just might be because there’s
Curtains on every window.
This night this room is darker than before.
But that might be because the
Tears may not flow anymore."

{this has an enthralling/ethereal/captivating/dark emotional mood}

james:-)

[Ima]

great writing !! i am really impressed... an awesome piece ... the flow was smooth ... good job