Dusty Room

Here is a poem about a dusty room that needs to be cleaned I hope you enjoy.

Dusty Room Tearing walls ripping down The smell of mold goes round and round The taste of black Liquorice  makes everything vicious Windy sounds come rushing through in different areas of the room From wall to wall the smell gets stronger Inside and outside no smell of delight Trapped all alone and nowhere to go      But no need to stress it's just a big mess Walking through the door we notice the ripped walls moulded roofs with rats crawling through   and cockroaches crawling round and round          As I arrived in the room I looked down. And I see Paint falling off the roof and I start to drown I could smell a Musty smell on the wall. Than I start feeling small. When I looked around I can hear the Mouse's footsteps running on the roof. But I wish it would be soundproof As I drew the Curtains then I feel goosebumps coming up my arm As I walk around the room I have this kind of dry taste in my mouth like I want to spew it out. The room starts to rumble  The ceiling began to crumble Smelling mould I start to get a cold Everything’s broken And it can’t be spoken Disgusting floors Covered in paint Broken draws I wanted to faint