Eloquence (A Poetry Book)

Empty

Even in an empty room
I seem hidden.

My flesh now the color of walls
and my feet,
silent.

Even in an empty room
I feel swallowed.

The bricks close in on me
and quickly they,
snap.

Even in an empty room
I care too much.

The bright stark lights stare
and laugh,
dauntingly.

Even in an empty room
I am crowded.

The ceiling caves in
and crumbles,
quickly.

Sorry for being inactive recently. School started a while ago and I'm trying to get back into the swing of things.
~Scarlett