Behind these white walls, he lays helpless
A bed so soft, but for him it's comfortless
He tosses and turns, trying to stop the pain
In his stomach, resides a monster untamed
Cold water and bitter pills is his feast these days
His hair's messy. His eyes are glazed
Outside the walls, his family sits
Dark circles under eyes, they break apart bit by bit
The monster in him groans impatiently
He wishes for nothing more than it to flee
But he doesn't cry in pain neither does he screams
He doesn't want his family to wake up from their dreams
Behind these whitle walls, he lays helpless
A bed so soft, but for him it's comfortless
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PoetryPoetry to me are not sad emotions or happy emotions. They are pictures if moments we have captured in our mind. They are pictures with words.
