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ABSTRACT POEMS
White walls.
Seven hundred twelve.
Where are you taking me? I don't want to go there.
Day after day after day after day.
It's the same.
Days drag on and on and on and on.
Nights don't end. You just really want a friend.
A spirit finally breaks and bends.
A night of eternal darkness; never seeing the dawn.
It can drive you insane.
White walls.
How did I get here? How do I get out of here? I've gotta get out of here.
Why am I here? Am I going to get out of here?
What if I die here?
This I think is one of your very best. It decribes the feeling of the residents perfectly I think and reminds me of one of mine I will look up and post soon.
Hugs,
Lesa