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.
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