The Rooms

Rooms that I can escape to

Some rooms are made for talk and others made to walk, 

and I can't put my finger on the words that are said to me 

I've not deaf ears, but I sure feel like I can't hear sometimes 

because I can't remember what's been said to me, for me 

So I walk and walk and walk in this room in hopes to remember,

to insure I have a part in the next conversation I partake in 

However, my mind drifts off as I pace this refurbished, wood floor,

to lands in the clouds either full of colour or null and void of 

And these are the places that define me and what I feel like, 

at any given time they're there for me to escape reality 

Author's Note

Feedback appreciated!

Reviews

[Lovecraft]

Ah, this one is really thought provoking. The escape into your own mind where you can do anything or nothing. Escapism is an important part of human nature. The Title is very effective.

You should edit and lengthen this poem a bit, exploring more themes and concepts. Still, a pretty damn fine poem you have here.