MY BEDROOM
My sanctuary, my world, my room
how much time do we spend here?
in the comfort of my room so many things transpire
Its nice to be alone.
The comfiest place you will ever sleep
your own bed
Can anything compare?
What is it that you can not get anywhere else?
Hotels, friends house's,
never as comfy as your own
A place of work
play, and creativity
all things into one.
Can you get as much work done anywhere else?
Its not tidy everyday
but its always just right for us
Your room,
nothing better
nothing worse
just right for you
Nicely said! I love the images, and think there's a tense line between them and the subtle critique of in the poem.
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