17 July 2012

In every corner in my sight,

I see the dust clinging tight.

Inside the books, and the window sill,

The dust just sits; Quiet and still.

My eyes do ponder outside the room,

I'm scared to go in and face the doom.

I'd choke on the polluted air,

I see the dirty rim on the rocking chair.

The lightbulbs I can scarcely see,

I never knew how much dust there can be!

I would go in and start to clean,

But I'm only young; a naive teen.

I don't deserve to end that way,

So dust let me live another day...

Emily_InspiresAllThe Dusty Room. • Opuss № I