The Room 7001

March 28, 2017
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In this little room, the clock ticks down the news.

In this little room, worried hearts stare at bland art.

In this little room, finger nails are victim to anxiety.

But because of this little room,

People in tears become people turned insane.

People begging to their God for mercy,

Begin to question It's power at all. 

People once hopeful and gay,

Are no more than just lost and at dismay.

If not tears and depression,

Then rage and aggression,

Is what people turn to.

Chairs and hearts broken,

The ears of the walls bleeding,

From the screaming of the lost ones.

All because one's heart couldn't go any longer.

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