Alone In My Room
by Brian Jude
Alone in my room, illuminated by streetlamp moon shine
The orange-red ceiling reminding me of my limitations
The concrete floor my solid foundation
While the worm train teaches how to get around it allSpringtime thaw murders winter's offspring
Its blood splashes upon my bifocals
And I am reminded that my room
Is about to generate life once more
Alone in my room, invisible
Though surrounded by sundry eyes
They themselves choose not to watch or learn
Alone, never lonely, I am content with my thoughtsSeated on an iron stairway
I examine the walls of my room
Right-angled temples of economy
Blended with chartreuse sloped sunroofs of spurious artisans
Alone in my room
Host to centuries of guests and borders
My carpet is littered with forgotten dreams
And no one chooses to vacuumI study the commuters' choreography as they dance though my room
Worn out by their ballet, they choose which escalators to ride
Following the advice of a Frostiana roadmap, I choose the staircase
For it goes in either direction, each step a result of my conscious effort
Alone in my room I can do what I want
Be who and what I choose
Living out every fantasy
If only more people realized the same!© Brian Jude
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