The Four Walls of Darkness
The Four Walls of Darkness
Darkness envelopes the reaching hand in front of me, it is gone as I am gone,
Captured, barricaded, tortured day and night within these four evil walls...
My Hell, this 10x10 room without a view, with nothing to do but wait, and wait again,
Waiting for sanity to lose it's grip, waiting for reality to slip, wait, and wait again...
The only comfort for me are these four walls I can't see, in darkness surrounding me,
Haunting me, taunting me , Laughing at me, my only company, four walls of bad company...
It's so very dark here, I must be dying, finally, I can't seem to feel anything, nothing,
like there are no walls in front of me, but where did my prison go, suddenly...bright light!!
Eyes opening to a different room, steel walls, antiseptic odor covering, something,
four new shiny walls surrounding me, but still torturing, all around me dead bodies...
Visiting the morgue before they bury me inside the four walls of my
casket...Bastards!!!
Bmdavey@02/19/16
Poem written for contest 4 walls creative free verse sponsored by C.J.
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
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