Key

The room.
The room that holds all my memories.
The room.
The room that tears and bites at my mind constantly.

In this room,
So many things have happened.
The thoughts, of the room,
Constrict my mind like snakes.

The image, of the room,
Is stuck in my mind like and eyelash.
The room torments me
In every way.

The room makes me want to go back in.
But I don’t have the key.

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Sep 8th 2008
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This poem just sort of squeezed and pushed its way through me even though I didn't really like it but I sorta like the way it turned out after revision. It's not great but I'm sure someone will like it. Enjoy.

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Onam iki t t y Says:

A few grammatical errors and one typo; the thoughts of the room and the image of the room, those lines don't need commas. And in "is stuck in my mind like an eyelash", you put and instead of an.

The ending lines are very intriguing, I want to know why this person wants to back into the room. D:

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