I wallow in my room
What looks to be quite mere
Like a rose my mind blooms
And an audience appears
People I would like to meet
And all who I adore
All applauding for me
Behind my closed door
I bat my eyelids twice
Red clouds above my head
Day quickly turns to night
To unleash the walking dead
I'm living for the thrill
My thoughts never to be a bore
The excitement is killed
When she knocks on my door
I then plop in my bed
As I think about time
I find myself looking ahead
At a future so fine
A house like a tower
A family of four
All gone with a holler
Saying, "Come do your chores!"
The invigoration
Now I finally see
My imagination
Is God's greatest gift to me
It'll be apart of me
Now and forevermore
So try not to disturb me
Behind my closed door
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
