The Walls
The walls,
Surround him as,
He locks himself up,
In the suffocating chamber of nostalgia,
They draw nearer, as,
He frantically runs from corner to,
Corner.
Altering colors,
As they advance menacingly,
To converge about him,
Desolate yellow,
Cold blue,
Diabolical red,
Hopeless white.
Copyright © Faiz Ahmad | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment