My Room Poem by Daniel Bowyer

My room was my pride, my heart on four walls
The posters were pristeen, and the floors were clear
The clothes hung in order, and the bed was always made

But i've been away

And the posters had fallen down, except the ones stuck on well
The floor isn't clear, the clothes cloud the space
My bed isn't made, everything seems messy

Cause from stable and able
To clouded and confused
This room screams of me
My heart on four walls

Seems as before I had my routine
My reasons to be
But now i'm a wanderer
Nothing seems worthy
Just days between drink