THESE FOUR WALLS.

These four walls I call home

Comfort me and swallow my screams

Echo me when I laugh without decorum

Hold my secrets dear to their bosom

These four walls I call my heart

Cracked, with paint splashed all about

Damaged to a point that they look ancient

With only two decades worth of beats

These four walls I call my life

Always looking for a window, a door

Screaming for the outside like a caged panther

Half afraid that I might be too tame

These four walls that banish me

To an unknown reality that is my own

A delusion that leads to madness not uncommon to me

A prisoner in my own space.

These four walls talk back to me every so often

Building me up, then breaking me down

Brick by painful, unnerving brick

No wind to dry away my blood, sweat and tears

These four walls… these four walls

I would like to scream if the echo wouldn’t deafen me

And my tears would cause a flood to drown me in my own sorrow

The sound of my heart breaking would thunder, reverberate.

These four walls, they comfort me

The cracks steal moments of sunshine to warm me

And the birds visit me to sing lullabies, dirges, a concert.

I call these four walls…me.