Saturday, March 26, 2011

A poem I wrote about 12 years ago... "My Bedroom"

Sometimes when I go to my bedroom, I like to turn the lights off even though I may not go to sleep. I go frequently when it suits me--which is often enough. I enjoy the peace I feel inside my four walls. It is my temple and it's where I live. It's where I come from; it's where I'll die. When people ask me where I'm from, I want to say "I'm from my bedroom." Of course they wouldn't realize I'm still there.

My bedroom is a haven of solitude and comfort. I open the door when I hear a gentle knock, not a loud rush. That's when I retreat to the nethermost corner. I don't like the noise pollution.

I am a good listener so long as I'm interested. I'm always interested when I'm in my bedroom.

Life swirls around and around outside my bedroom, but inside it's like a banana split; it's cool, refreshing, and it makes me full again. There's no place on earth I'd rather be. It will be my death.


Julie Musil said...

Wow, nicely done. Make me want to visit that room :D

Chris Hunt said...

This poem is very personal to me. Thanks for your comment.