Poetic-Verses-Awakening Spirits and Memories
box
BOX
That is what I live in,
Simple, square and plain!
Boring and small…
Three toilets, two bathrooms, three beds,
Not much else instead…!
Faceless peach walls in every room,
A window flat, dual opening…
I hate this box!
With it's close confining walls,
Nowhere to run and hide!
For where-ever I go in this box,
I cannot escape the noise…
The noise of the T.V.
Or the playstation!
Noise of the dishwasher,
Swirling and swishing!
The bangs and clicks of the freezer,
Into its set temperature!
The whoomph of the boiler,
As it switches on the radiator!
To say nothing of the stereo sounds!
Which constantly are at war!
The music from the left;
The clash, bang, arrrrh, from kids…
To the right of me!
The only sanctuary I seem to have,
Is my room…
And even that is invaded…
FAR TOO SOON!
That is what I live in,
Simple, square and plain!
Boring and small…
Three toilets, two bathrooms, three beds,
Not much else instead…!
Faceless peach walls in every room,
A window flat, dual opening…
I hate this box!
With it's close confining walls,
Nowhere to run and hide!
For where-ever I go in this box,
I cannot escape the noise…
The noise of the T.V.
Or the playstation!
Noise of the dishwasher,
Swirling and swishing!
The bangs and clicks of the freezer,
Into its set temperature!
The whoomph of the boiler,
As it switches on the radiator!
To say nothing of the stereo sounds!
Which constantly are at war!
The music from the left;
The clash, bang, arrrrh, from kids…
To the right of me!
The only sanctuary I seem to have,
Is my room…
And even that is invaded…
FAR TOO SOON!
