Cody O'Hara

Rookie (June 30th,1994)

The Whitewashed Room - Poem by Cody O'Hara

Whitewashed room
Bathed with dead light
From false suns

A smell of bodies lingers,
Masked by the putrid lies
Kept in little bottles

The false wind buffets my face
As the pencil in my hand
Mars the pure white paper

The clock ticks, reminding
Me of what lies outside
Beyond the locked door

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012

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