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^