Andrea's poem "The room"

The room.


As the room stood still with inaudible voices and dim lights,  I could have almost sworn I felt myself sinking.

Slowly but surely I became In Sync with this room filled with gloomy thoughts and a slight sense of hope.

The room as cold as a corpse with no heartbeat.

A stench ever so strong.
The smell of alcohol and latex gloves surrounded the room.

The words of people who came to visit lingering in every corner.

The soft weeps became louder one by one someone would fall apart.

You would be considered lucky if you could contain your emotions like that in a room filled with such angst and grief.


Even for those who passed by you could feel the tension.


Like when she opened her eyes for the very first time.

Those eyes that glistened like shattered glass the pain that poor lady felt the sounds of oxygen going in and out.

Every now and again you would catch her left out a moan 123 the pain scale became irrelevant as the time went by because minutes felt like hours every touch to her felt like needles and every passing day felt like months.

Sometimes the good news outweighed the bad.

We stayed patiently waiting day after retched day for a phone call.


The call never came so we look at ourselves to blame.

We put blame on our selves that never was meant to belong.


Solemn memories play over again

Wishing this terrible cycle would come to an end.






































My love for you was more than a wet dream penetrating through the bed sheets.

My love for you was more than anything I could ever possibly afford.

My prized possession,
My muse

My love oh yes it's true.

I could have have had anyone but darling I chose you.