In A Room Poem by Shouvik Roy

I am here, all alone
In a room filled with mannequins
Laughing at my nakedness,
Laughing aloud as
I wolf on the pitch black darkness
And count my days on my fingers ten.
No windows, just walls of hopelessness surround me,
No holes welcoming rays, just thick bricks of uncertainty.
Big dolls laughing at me,
Laughing loudly.
Yet I smile, for only the dead could pity me,
The living has no idea I exist.
Thus I smile, and as my counting ends…
And my vision bends,
i drown alone in a white well,
To infinity.