Poems of Anxiety

The Walls of Ruins

As I enter an abandoned building that I never been before,

I noticed that first floor have three stairs, three bathrooms and three kitchens.

It's suppose to be finish but there's no time left.

As I wander around the insides,

I carefully went upstairs to the second floor.

Just like the first floor,

I found incomplete blocks.

I found pieces of cement on the floor.

I found empty buckets of paint scattered on the floor.

I found walls that are seem to be painted with black.

A room trap with darkness.

Then I see my shadows following me as I enter another room,

But this one is lit up by the daylight outside.

Every corner you go,
You can't escape the shadows lurking around.

I thought to myself,
This building resembles me.

Abandoned, broken, empty and still trap in the dark.

Waiting for someone to save me from this hellish place.