These four walls are all I’ve ever known.
They are all I’ve ever seen.
Aside from an occasional tray with barely any food.
I’ve never known anything other than these walls.
These four walls have been my entire life.
This ceiling and floor have been my entire life.
The clothes on my body.
Changing as I grew.
It’s all I have ever known.
Only one thing seems out of place to me.
The small hole in the bottom of one of the walls.
It’s where that tray enters.
And where I make it leave.
There’s probably a door there.
But I don’t want to find it.
I’ll keep the wall the way it is.
Because these four walls are all I’ve ever known.
I don’t want to leave these walls.
I don’t want to know what’s behind them.
I’m content just being here.
Being alone in this space.
Alone in this room.
So I’ll never want to leave this room.
These four walls are my life.
They are all I have ever known.
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Dark Poems/Short Stories
HorrorI decided to make this a poem and short story book since someone suggested I do so. All are either a poem or short story having to deal with the dark corners of the mind and soul. Particularly mine. I come up with all this on my own so please read a...
