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.
