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