My Room...

My room is a place greener than grass,
small like a solitary cell, I'm happy to inhabit.
With the constant hum of the electronics and the whoosh of the fan,
I get the feeling of familiarity…
a place to think…
a place to breathe.

The room I inhabit is familiar like the sun rising and setting,
it is a constant, in an otherwise chaotic existence called life.
People may fade but my room will always be there.
Safe and quiet, where the loud noises are silent .

The rhythmical sounds of the clock ticking away,
My room is a place where time stops and every fear fades
In my room I call home.