Inhibition Part 2

BEIGE : The place of warmth and sanctuary Places in my house that I no longer visit The corner shelf, Which once was My sanctum. The closet, That has known, All my darkest secrets. The porch, Reminding me of The old typewriter. The study, Now barren, Waiting, For me to join In its emptiness. The places I no longer visit in my house Are here, Sitting numb, Longing for Me to exploit Them as I used to. Mocking tone piercing my vulnerable mind  as I crumble.  There are places in my house that I no longer visit, and they somehow trace back to a similar feeling.