Blue walls
broken windows
specks of light
flooding in
dusty chair
with legs broken
broken souls
eyes glazed over
the dead souls chant
"It's not over"
wooden floorboards
dare to take a peak
they refuse lie back down
this house is bleak
our lives have shattered
when shall we be free'd
from this prison of life
when shall we plead
for the light to come back
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Poetry
Non-Fictionmeh i got the idea to put my poetry on here from @peacechic22 also i feel a trigger warning is necessary
