The Room - Kevin Hart
It is my house, and yet one room is locked.
The dark has taken root on all four walls.
It is a room where knots stare out from wood,
A room that turns its back on the whole house.
At night I hear the crickets list their griefs
And let an ancient peace come into me.
Sleep intercepts my prayer, and in the dark
The house turns slowly round its one closed room.
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Hurray, my favourite kind of horror! Ugh.
The dark has taken root on all four walls.
It is a room where knots stare out from wood,
A room that turns its back on the whole house.
At night I hear the crickets list their griefs
And let an ancient peace come into me.
Sleep intercepts my prayer, and in the dark
The house turns slowly round its one closed room.
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Hurray, my favourite kind of horror! Ugh.