Order in disorder | A short poem about my room

My room is full of disorder,
With countless things to ponder.
Tons of crumpled clothes and paper,
Pile up forming a big skyscraper.

Floor adorned with breadcrumbs
Holding the weight of humdrum.
White walls as blank as aΒ canvas,
Shouldering the ceiling like Atlas.

Spiders browsing the giant webs
and lizards roaming with tiny steps.
Thick folded dusty curtains for the ghosts to hide,
and a messy brown desk just beside.

Despite all this disorder
I find peace, I find order.


For more poems:

  1. Unexpected failure – poem – click here
  2. Sleepless night – poem – click here