C.R. Ebowski

Rookie (Living in my reality / Dying in the world)

Walls - Poem by C.R. Ebowski

This should be a nightmare
Trapping my body inside
Curled in a ball in the corner
Isolating me, just as it had always been
Reliving the painful past
Plastered on these four white walls
It’s the inside of me
Tearing the walls like the tears on my soul
This is my prison to which there is no escape
Just me and the room
Locking everything inside
Of these four walls in my mind

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Comments about Walls by C.R. Ebowski

  • Rookie Ted Sheridan (2/20/2007 8:51:00 AM)

    Your mind has four walls? I got like one... and I am always trying to dig my way out from under it.....I can relate to this one too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 21, 2011

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