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    dots Submission Name: Room of Tormentdots

    Author: precious_poetry
    ASL Info:    19 F TN
    Elite Ratio:    3.17 - 137/145/67
    Words: 125
    Class/Type: Poetry/Dark
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       I really don't know where this came from. Thoughts deranged escape me! Anyways, its a bit chaotic, but it works, somewhat. Wasn't sure about the title, if it works well with the concept of the write... but whatever... Let me know what ya think!

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    dotsRoom of Tormentdots

    The foundation of my life,
    Cracked, on the verge of collapse.
    Four walls surround me,
    Will crumble and fall, perhaps.

    The roof over my head,
    Sways with the wind,
    Could cave in at any minute
    No need to pretend.

    The floor I sleep on each night,
    Cold, hard, bruises my back.
    A puddle of tears in the corner,
    Thoughts fell through the crack...

    No window to peer through,
    The world outside so obscure
    Nothing here but myself,
    And demons torture to endure.

    Walls, ceiling, foundation,
    All weary and worn,
    As my soul suffers,
    Feeling tattered and torn.

    Where is my miracle?
    Can't see my falling star,
    To have left me in this room
    Life has been a bitch, thus far.

    Submitted on 2006-10-24 14:15:52     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      reminds me of a haunting where the soul or entity can't leave and is trapped. a tortured existance. i could dissect your poem into particles but i think i'll leave it as is. true to life and full of feelings.
    | Posted on 2006-11-22 00:00:00 | by disillusion | [ Reply to This ]
      "Life has been a [censored], thus far." - - true. Life is awful. where do we find the time to live? It's all annoying, life that is.

    Your poem is clear. I can imagine myself in this swaying room, terrified, crying and wishing for it to end. Yes, the room hurts. But what does it symbolize?
    | Posted on 2006-10-24 00:00:00 | by LovelyGoddess | [ Reply to This ]

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