I'm in a room with four sides and ceiling
I'm in a room with paintings and flowers
I'm in a room
I'm in a room with four sides and a floor
I'm in room with a window and a door
I'm in a room
I'm in a room,
where the four walls are turning black as they slowly close in
I'm in a room,
where the ceiling has begun to crack collapse and crush me
I'm in a room,
where the paintings are laughing at me and judging my every move
I'm in a room,
where the flowers are withered by the ice that fills the air
I'm in a room,
I'm in a room,
where the four walls have trapped me and have turned me black
I'm in a room,
where the floor feels like an ocean and I can't swim
I'm in a room,
where the window is blacked out and I cannot see I cannot see out
I'm in a room,
where the door feels like an evil that has me succumb to defeat
I'm in a room
I'm in a room
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Sam Gale. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks