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




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