Angelica Duardo

Rookie - 50 Points (September 1987 / San Diego California)

Four White Walls - Poem by Angelica Duardo

Never had four white walls and a bare ceiling
Torture me so much
There is nothing to say, nothing to say
Inside this empty box

I try to keep them clean
But these walls get so messed up even if I breathe
I’d try to reach the top and paint a starry night
But I have no golden ladder to rise me towards the sky

Never had four white walls
And an even whiter ceiling given me so much
I have taken away all their colors
And I keep them near my collar everywhere I follow

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 4, 2008


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