It Is Closed Forever This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

   i sit in a room;

a black, blank room.

i sit there;



breathing softly.

i remember the warm breezes in the


the freedoms of summer.

surrounded by the refreshing aroma of

corn on the cob and hot dogs


with school

and the coming of snow,

this place

is like a volcano erupting.

the room is blowing up,

with me drowning inside.

there is also a heat in my prison,

mingling with a cold, musty feeling

that surrounds me.

it shall see my finish in the race of


no light can ever enter this room,

for it is closed forever.

then my mind spins.

i wonder;

what can i do;

what can i do?


i realize;

nothing can be done,

for nothing was done.

must be like the tortoise.

embarking in a task too enormous.

to become the victor?

this is no longer a game,

the odds are too great;

this time it's too large.

this game is much more dangerous,

more overbearing.

i am the helpless prey of a monster

that may soon devour me.

no light can enter this room.

it is closed forever.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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TheComet said...
Jul. 31, 2014 at 11:19 am
That was so perfectly great! You kind of created pictures in my mind and in some way let me see and feel everything you felt. I would've prefered some rhyme scheme but with the detail use it gave your poem a special touch that really left an impact on me and defenitly on every reader. Your poem certainly deserved a MAG choice. Keep up the great work and thanks for sharing this ^_^
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