The Rooms, Part 2

Wreckage of general rooms and the creation of an impenetrable room

I believe someone's wrecked my rooms floor to ceiling, 

and I really have no idea as to who the thieving culprit is

I say thieving because someone took something beautiful 

away from me -- the joy of leaving reality and seeking fiction 

I've nowhere left to go due to my real, fictional places destroyed,

and I'm sure you like that contrast between the words real and fictional 

However, they were real to me, no matter the worth of reality that they held,

and you would never understand that because the walls don't speak to you 

They don't call out to you for your mind and it's thoughts and it's round and round 

and round and I'm going in circles so beautifully created by the inner depths 

The barricade from culprits and bombs and not so much louder than 

because I don't think a bomb could get any louder than the thoughts racing through my head 

A new room so prisonlike, no one and nothing could even get out because 

they're trapped in me and I like the company of make-believe and fiction 

Author's Note

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[Lovecraft]

The mind really is the foundation on which we thrive. I too often like to escape within my own mind because the possibilities are multitudinous and varied. The mind can be weak but also an impregnable fortress.

I really enjoyed this continuation of The Rooms. :)