Room

By V.C.Willow

Sun, 15 May 2011
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I frown at the chair
It sits there staring back at me
I ask its purpose
It answers me not

I talk at the TV
It responds obscurely
Frustrated I argue back
But on-screen no one hears me

I glare at the poster
She fires back at me
Jeering down at me condescendingly
She's a bore

I lay on top of the bed
It squeaks in protest at my form
Even inanimate objects
Seem to laugh at me

This is the life of the postcard
Sunny scenes rest peacefully
Empty of conflict
I feel the calm within me flow again

19-12-1996

Certificate U
Poem
Poetry old and new
Other Fiction

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I like this one, VC...very much and can somewhat identify with it;-) Tina

 

Submitted by V.C.Willow on
Thanks for your kind comment Tina. Despite writing for many years, no one has seen these before so some constructive criticism and encouragement is much needed. Really glad you liked it thank you Tina V.C

Submitted by seashore on
I like this one too - especially `I lay on top of the bed It squeaks in protest at my form Even inanimate objects Seem to laugh at me'

Submitted by V.C.Willow on
Hi Seashore Thank you for the kind comment. Have a nice day V.C.