MY WORLD OF OBLIVION

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//