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The Hotel (Man in a room)

Poetry By: CRoberts

A Poem focusing on a gentleman in a hotel room, but is he really a guest, and what is the purpose of his visit?

Submitted:Sep 10, 2012    Reads: 46    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   

The Hotel

Eyelids flutter, then open to an ornate light shade.

The bulb unlit, like the mind of the architect

using leaf shape artex, implying a glade

The illusion ruined by the view of urban neglect.

Swinging to the right as logic dictated

feet found the indent of time's centipede.

Hands searched for lenses, on a table, glass plated.

Instead found a bible, say a prayer it did plead.

A glance out the window confirmed the suspicion,

the office adjacent would be darkened at night.

Important, the curtains were a scanty partition

to events be they passion or anger and fright

Writing in a notebook, as duty dictated,

scrawling a record of nights not long past.

The room over scented, the bathroom door dented,

A stain on the floor - cleaned with haste far too fast.

A flick of the wrist would determine the time

spent this day, in this place of anonymity.

Granting but three stars for sights less sublime

Than others portraying less hostility.


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