Love Life Death: A Book Of Poems

The Room (Gerascophobia)

White walls are all I've ever known 

Four corners made of stone

Each having a story of its own 

Each different in its code 

Each covered in mold 

These white walls are old 

These white walls are cold 

and each has a story untold 

    

Damn these white walls 

why can't they leave me alone! 

I'm already old and soon I'll fade and these white walls will remain 

Forever unchanged