Dusty Room

Here is a poem that my group and I have created. Here are links to there blogs Ebony , Mao, Jalen and Leila. This is a poem that has taught us a lot of things. Read carefully.

Tearing walls ripping down

The smell of mold goes round and round

The taste of black Licorice  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

molded roofs

with rats crawling through

 

and cockroaches

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

Smelling mold

I start to get a cold

Everything’s broken

And it can’t be spoken

Disgusting floors

Covered in paint

Broken draws

I wanted to faint