A Room Without A View
Poem by Sam Price
Someone please help me,
I’m in a room without a view.
I need someone to help me,
To help me find a clue;
To find a way out,
Of the room with no doors.
To help me escape,
To faraway distant shores.
The walls in here change from hard to soft,
The ceiling from different shades of pinks and blues.
My jacket has no zipper.
I wear two laceless shoes.
The face looking back in the mirror,
Shows no trace of recognition.
From where I stand I need to escape,
From my current sitting position.
The walls are all padded,
I know what it is I dread.
That this place with no windows,
Is locked inside my head.
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