Winged Warrior Poet Free verse

Four Walls

My little room...my four walls.
I sit in one of the four corners--
Like an embryonic sac, lifeless in a state of non existence...
Embellishing in the silence as I travel the deserts—of a dusty mind.

I now switch corners... deja vu, the walls are closeting in
Everything is the same except smaller—oh such a hell
To ponder without thought...a holographic Holocaust
A devouring reality.

Each corner of the four walls a prismatic prison...
A convoluted construct—my four walls of the apocalypse
I switch corners again...I see foreverness
An Asylum refuge-sheltering my layering lies.

What am I?...a pensive reject, a pondering fool, 
A thoughtless thought... a disconnect of an ancient memory...
I get to the last corner...I see a speck of a thought
A microbial element within the diminishing walls...

Four Walls-contest
Feb.24.2016   ^WW^

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Holly Bohto August 18, 2016 at 8:38 PM How small and insignificant we feel when we contemplate the imprisonment of those who are unwilling to left us fly high and be artistically free. I guess you showed them a temperance beyond recoginition with the writing in this one. A+

Funom Makama February 29, 2016 at 9:14 AM A lovely page with mind blowing lines. This is wonderful dear friend. Weldon and thank you for yet another excellent share Winged Warrior February 29, 2016 at 9:35 AM Thank you my dear friend Funom...unfortunately we all have our four walls to bare...but there's always a small door somewhere...god bless my friend...with admiration...^WW^