Different shades of white there are,
Glitters and sparkles in the ceiling like stars.
Ice cold floors,
Chills of loneliness felt to the very core.
Strangers walk in and out through the locked door,
Who are they your mind never allows you to know.
A bed in the corner with never ending books,
A table and chair where the sunlight loves to look.
Mirrors with eyes of sadness stares back,
A single light illuminates these walls filled with cracks.
Bleeding ink of words never said on endless paper,
Pain and regret as obstacles grows into sky scrapers.
Slowly growing mad,
Four White Walls of all the things I never wanted to have.
~Alis Grace.
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ALIS GRACE
PoésieTHE CONFUSION OF A PERSON, OF A THING; A NEW IDENTITY, A NEW LIFE OF WHAT IS THERE TO BRING, THE STORY OF A PERSON WHO HAS LOST EVERYTHING, A NEW DRAMA PEICE IN THIS WORLD OF SIN. QUEUES OR LINES, FEAR AND LOVE WHAT IS TO BE EXPECTED IN THIS BOOK VI...
