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
with rats crawling through
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
I start to get a cold
And it can’t be spoken
Covered in paint
I wanted to faint
Tuesday, 13 December 2016
Here is a poem about a dusty room that needs to be cleaned I hope you enjoy.