Showing posts from January, 2019

Poem: Walls

Walls by Marsha Marie Looking up I see nothing but white No sense of belong No scent No love I hear the words I am yours  I made you But why do you hide? No color to feel? To warm my soul? The world is spinning  Too fast to grasp Illusions and deceit Trading and using When will truth be sweet? White walls in front and behind White noise and halls a total clear mind and when I close my eyes I long for you but with you nothing but lies