Bedroom Days

Bedroom Days

A Poem by Sarah Marie

When the storm becomes too violent
And parents cannot seem to understand,
Whether or not they are Heaven sent,
That nothing is better than being able to stand
And feel the rain drops fall over my face-
I am locked in my tower,
My favorite and safest place,
Until no longer is it the storm’s hour-
Such is the story of a bedroom day. 
When solitude is my only survival
And all I wish to do is silently lay
Away from a world too demanding and wild
For my thoughts and taste-
It is really just as well I guess,
To be contained within my quietest place;
Words and actions could use a day’s rest-
I lock the door and swallow the key
So that none can bother me on this bedroom day. 
When I must hide, wondering why no one will let me be
Or when I hate all and everything they say;
When I am angry at everything but my room
And despise everyone but myself-
I conceal myself within my temporary tomb,
My sanctuary and selfish wealth-
No one seems to understand I want to be alone.
I cannot listen to them anymore when
All I want is to be on my own. 
When I would sooner die than be alone, but with a good friend,
A friend who knows my touch and kiss;
When I would like to shield myself from all 
But him, such a good, visiting friend whom I had missed-
He draws the curtains and the blinds fall
As I crawl beside him and stretch out my hand-
Such a nice bedroom, with places to sit or lay-
He crawls beside me and takes my hand-such a man-
Such a nice bedroom, perfect for this bedroom day. 

© 2012 Sarah Marie


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Perfect as always Sarah, yet again. I completely relate to this

Or when I hate all and everything they say;
When I am angry at everything but my room
And despise everyone but myself-
I conceal myself within my temporary tomb,
My sanctuary and selfish wealth-
No one seems to understand I want to be alone.

This is the one line that hit home for me, another thing I completely relate to. Your room is one of the things you can never get mad at, and one of your many, or maybe only, comfort places.
This is wonderful!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Sarah Marie

11 Years Ago

I completely agree...my room is my haven. I am glad you like it and can relate to this! Thanks for y.. read more
Felecia

11 Years Ago

You're welcome!

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Sarah Marie
Sarah Marie

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