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.

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