My room at the end of the hall-
painted blue and green
and with starry night dreams.
I sat at the desk in the corner,
and tried to dream of a future,
the still framed picture
which is no longer framed.
I was hidden away, stowed away
in my room at the end of the hall,
and the bed by the door never did
I want to destroy those walls
and rip them down
in a bare handed breakdown,
because a new coat of paint
isn't enough to remove the memory.
My room at the end of the hall,
is it still even a safe place at all?