The world is full of rooms

Lining streets and cities.

We all live in little rooms

Moving from one to the next.

My room has small windows,

Pages of existence where

I live my life, this sordid tale.

You raise your voice to me,

I retreat to my tiny room,

This small corner of my life.

Now, I can have a peace, solace

In this room that has become me.

08/19/2005

Author's Note: Some days I live large, others I do not....

Posted on 12/21/2007
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