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White walls
White walls
I live in a room of four white walls.
No windows.
No doors.
No sounds at all.
Alone in this room I sit here and wonder,
if I am truly trapped here forever.
A small hammer chipped and broken,
might be my one chance at freedom.
There is no reason to wonder so I stand and I mutter,
nothing is truly trapped forever.
Studying my weapon,
I ready for war.
I pound at the walls to make my own door.
Dirty and bruised I make my escape,
There is no such thing as a determined fate.
Four white walls is all it will take,
To show you and see never having to wonder.
No walls can hold you forever.
