Call My Life
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Loading ...There was once a place that had absolutely no space,
It was almost like a small vase that contained no grace,
It was a small room with nowhere to go.
Such a dark and gloomy room, a place that no one knows
With the air so contaminated with distress.
It was a room that had no address.
The sounds of dust frolicking on the ground
And the blistering sound of creaks and cracks that surrounds,
Aggravates my ears as I am forced to be there,
Like an action of pressure that traps me, an action that is unfair.
It was a room that didn’t provide you with attention or care
It was a room that watched, and gave you a silent, but violent glare.
It was a room that I hated and ached like being stabbed by a knife
A place like this is something I would call my life..
by JM
Filed under: Life Poems
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i think these funny poems rock and they can sometimes relate to me too, bu i have a question why write something funny if you cant rely expresss yourself???