I feel the cancer of this room <br /> Pull me into seven circles <br />And entwine some ferial mood <br /> Until my souls mercurial <br /> <br />This heaven is, its own made prison <br /> Rewarding restless coloured passion <br />Seeping thoughts with pleasure lesions <br /> That extinguishes my pallid talents <br /> <br />My mansions poor of what I'm not <br /> A privy respect for solitude <br />Where wisdom learned cannot be bought <br /> Experience from forbidden fruit <br /> <br /> <br />If I should drift inside my storm <br /> That harkens to a tempest rage <br />Then you are free to shut the door <br /> And leave me to my red delight <br /> <br />For no companions do I share <br /> My existence or its joys <br />Spending time alone on dares <br /> With my loves in silent voids <br /> <br />Through the window is the world <br /> Of a place I do not see <br />I wish I understood the part <br /> That made me a human being <br /> <br /> <br />Now I rest inside my room <br /> And rest until my tomb<br /><br />Kevin Patrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-room-33/
