Four Walls

Inside this room
my soul cries out
swallowing up the silence
 Pain weighs within my bones
becoming bricks
preventing me from moving
 The ceiling fan spins around
all alone, chasing its tail
searching for what it lost
 These four walls know
but secrets they keep
tears they hide
as a friend, you confide
 Until my wounds heal
keep my secrets
hide my tears
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Danielle Avatar
May 19, 2010 at 6:33 PM
I enjoyed reading this poem(:
Taylor Avatar
May 19, 2010 at 6:21 PM
Claustrophobia rears its ugly head. Great script, Donny. Good job.
Milgate Avatar
May 19, 2010 at 6:17 PM
Sometimes I put in some tough poems, sometimes lighter. You have a lot of deeply sad poetry here. Hope some of it is art for arts sake. But I like this one, was into dealing and seeing a lot of suffering from pain this week. This is very nice. Laying down and the ceiling fan spins. Tears the walls hide. Very nice.
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