Sit.
Stare.
Wait.
Hope.
Nothing.
Blank walls.
No neighbors.
No world - active
or even existent -
beyond these blank canvases.
Do I dare listen
to the
pounding
of my heart, or the
ringing in my ears?
Do I succumb
to the
voices
that whisper from the walls
and fuel my expanding emptiness?
No door.
No window.
I am alone.
But will somebody -
anybody - break these walls and save me?
~Annie
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In My Mind ~ Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems from the locked box inside my head.
