My room

My first poetry piece.

It's loud here-
Restless.

When the windows close
and it should be lights out,

Blinking, Flashing,
it's ever-acting.

OHH, where do I go to find my solitude?
My rest, my peace-
from all of you.

Its two ways here;
there's no in-between.

And the one you want
it's no easy thing.