Poetry

Walking into this rusty room

the cheapest I can afford

Waking up in the morning  

I was very very Bored.......

The room was Dark

When I walked through the door

I notice the moldy walls

And the broken draws

The ceiling was dark brown

The parts were starting to fall down

I held my nose

cause I couldn’t bare the smell

It was so bad I wanted to go    

mysterious room, must grab the broom.

Sweep the floor,

sweep the draws wishing to restore

this lovely house that used to be poor