A soft fluorescent glow,
backed by a stereo blare.
The safe place I always go.
Comforted by an LCD glare
The walls, plain and simple.
A miniature fridge on the floor.
An empty bag of chips crinkle.
All within a closed white door.
This is my sanctum,
my temple, my home.
A place I'm always welcome.
A haven with my throne.
Welcome and inviting,
to all those I hold dear.
Keeping my enemies distant,
and my friends ever near.
I enjoyed the imagery of your room, and the strong feelings of it being a refuge, welcoming family and friends. I share your perspective.
ReplyDeleteI can definitely relate, my room is my sanctum too.
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