This place is dark and dank and cold,
The aged food now flecked with mold,
All light lost in the window's grime,
Others' words reduced to pantomime
For I don't listen to what they say;
I say "Things will change another day."
Well I climb mountains of tumbling clothes,
Trudge rivers of garbage and paper-piled groves.
Trapped forever in utter gloom -
Oh, but where are my manners? - welcome to my room!
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Great poem! Keep writing!
Hi there!
. Thank you for the permission to be nit-picky...don't mind if I do 
This poem definitely made me laugh. I wrote a song with similar sentiments not long ago
I hope my comments are helpful. Thanks for sharing this piece! PM me if you have any questions, and happy writing!
-River