Order in disorder | A short poem about my room

order in disorder poem

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 a canvas, Shouldering the ceiling like Atlas. Spiders browsing the giant webs and lizards roaming with tiny steps. Thick… Continue reading Order in disorder | A short poem about my room