The Mind-Numbing Monotony

The green walls Dulled with age. Food, paint, and dirt Completely ingrained It’s been so long. These rooms and the hall Why go upstairs? I’ve seen it all. Go out the front door. The air fresh and clean Nothing here though Is a sight unseen. 2 decades of this 20 years passed A wall-less prison The worst kind of trapped Impossible wishes What to do? Where to go? I’m less likely to leave Than a river without flow. And with that I sit. On this grassy knoll. Subjecting myself To 20 more still. 7/25/2020