The Room - Poem
The spacious room was suffocating,
With all the luxuries it had,
It only turned worse.
Tied down with your fate,
Bonded by your mind,
Infinitely held down.
The shimmering water in the pool,
Ran down the length of the memory.
Resigned and accepting of the silvery road,
Moving along as the wind pushes you ahead.
Over and over,
Never with an end in sight,
The cycle continued its rotation.
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