Trapped

Centred in the stark white room,
Emptiness seeps from the walls,
Captured by the array of nothing,
A single bulb hums loudly.
Linger on the edge of paranoia,
Biting nails not my habit,
Pulling hair not desired,
Yet here I am, the walls closing in,
My sanity is tested,
As they exhale and expand again…

©Y.E.S 2013

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