Walls Poem by Daniele Cerasoli

These dull walls,
Collapsing in;
Coloured yellow,
Painted thin.

These dull walls,
Ever so plain;
Like a lion
Without its mane.

Room shrinking,
No sound is heard;
Like a feather
Off a bird.

These dull walls,
Dead as can be;
Are like a box
Surrounding me.

These dull walls,
Full of decay;
Like gazing at a
Sky, so gray.

No doors here,
In this dull room;
Just six faces
Of yellow doom.

These dull walls,
Collapsing in;
Faded yellow,
Shaded thin.

These dull walls,
They're all I see;
Keeping me from
Perfect beauty.

Out of sight,
Mockingbirds fly;
Above the roof,
Way up high.

These dull walls,
Make life a pain;
My words, simply,
Cannot explain.

These dull walls
That enclose me;
They burden me as
Society.

No hope in sight,
Within these walls,
Which bear on me,
Crushing my falls.