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Systematic Destruction
"My Room"
is an empty phrase,
they like to remind me
by placing brewing buckets
and sewing projects
on my desk
and around my bed.
Like ceremonious offerings,
they send me off
to a greater death
when I lie down to sleep
in,
my room.
Like it or dislike it? What could be done better? What did you think was the meaning of the poem? What is the tone of the speaker? Please comment with one of these below. I will give away a prize to the most thorough feedback.
I thought of it while i was at work today. We have been writing a lot of poems in my creative writing class. The homework that is due tomorrow has three. I don't find those as amazing, but when I do think any are good, I'll totally share them!
I'll also try to update more on here. I realize that I haven't been all too social on Gaia. I apologize for that. Please forgive me readers.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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