Claustrophobic Walls
Claustrophobic walls
These claustrophobic walls
That grasp and hold me tight
Destroy my very soul
And end my will to fight
Enclosed I am in loneliness
My mind a silent yell
Age became my jailor
And my home a prison cell
I hope each day for visitors
I pray that someone calls
But all I see in my final days
Are these claustrophobic walls
Copyright © Robert Broadbent | Year Posted 2019
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