Now Playing: Short poem with a quiet place in mind
Smooth white walls,
A solid barren floor.
Pictures fastened and secure,
A slot within the door.
Windows risen high above,
Mattress with no frame.
Paper plates a simple spoon,
Plastic insert with my name.
Needle plugged into me,
Arms wrapped all around.
Lying silent rocking motion,
Voices heard the only sound.
Let me out,
Leave me be.
I want to end this,
Set me free.
Posted by poetry/rare_dark_tales
at 8:55 AM PST
Updated: Sunday, March 20, 2005 9:00 AM PST
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Updated: Sunday, March 20, 2005 9:00 AM PST
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