i am in a room
the walls are
blinding
yet dull
a shade of creamish-beige
i am in a room
it smells of dust
humidity
mold
yet it is dry
i am in a room
the lights are
bright
yellow
faint
my head hurts
i am in a room
the noises
whispers of nothing
humming of the lights
scratching in the walls
dripping water
but it is not real
i am in a room
that is not a room
i am afraid.
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the poems from the heart.
Poetryi write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
