alone in the dark,
in a blink the poem start,
gathering up my emotions,
to set my fingers into motion.
here in my room,
lies the world of my own,
a world that is different,
from the earth at current.
many of you would think how it looks like,
its just a simple room that only me will like,
a room that knows me from deep inside,
a room that will vanish on the time I'll die.
my world is full of my emotions,
a little push will lead to its destruction,
in my world i feel I'm in comatose,
i feel numb from my head to my toes.
my world sometimes turns into a person,
he offers his shoulders for me to cry on,
sometimes it turns into a comfortable bed,
a place to rest but here i feel dead.
i really love the world of my own,
but i can feel it will end soon,
i really hope it will grow bigger everyday,
so it won't explode someday.
//peaceANDlove//