An Airless Room
I found myself
In an airless room
No open door
Nor a window sans gloom.
It was just ago
And was there a couch
Comfy with cushions
Then came a pricky ouch.
The window all veiled
Concealing outer scenes
With such a vacant room
It isolates you from the true serene.
The door used to be open
For all the world around
Now I found it stuck
All awful without a sound.
The room's phone passive
Telepathy as fails
No means to talk and say
Everything as dead as stone hails.
In an airless room
No open door
Nor a window sans gloom.
It was just ago
And was there a couch
Comfy with cushions
Then came a pricky ouch.
The window all veiled
Concealing outer scenes
With such a vacant room
It isolates you from the true serene.
The door used to be open
For all the world around
Now I found it stuck
All awful without a sound.
The room's phone passive
Telepathy as fails
No means to talk and say
Everything as dead as stone hails.
This Poems Story
A moment when you feel like you lack the hope to survive the harsh world's cruelty or you feel simply like giving up because of some regret or a bad experience is expressed in the poem comparing the helpless mind with an airless room.
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