A box dressed in a brightness,
An odd shade of virescence,
Bright green in spoken tongues,
Miniscule, no room to swing a cat within,

Completely piled high,
With lots of this and that,
So full up with furnishings,
There's little room to move,
If you came to visit me,
You never would approve

My room is so ancient,
She has more cracks in her painted skin than me,
A trio of holes hurt her face,
Where my daughter once hung her T.V,

The air brick on the inside is blowing in the wind,
A fellow nurse stands on my T.V,
She has a better job than me,

Egyptian deities in cymbals (symbols),
Make noises in my head,
They're sat on the cabinet on the bright side of my bed,

Was laying in my bed as I penned this in draft,
For this is my safe private haven,
She is heaven blessed!
By ladylivvi1
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