Used to be flawless – my white wall.
It was my protection.
A defense from the world.
Against my wall I was free from harm.
Leaning into the hard surface
Was never an inconvenience to my shoulder,
And though it ached my bones now and again,
I would never leave it.
But now, my white wall,
It has vanished into the void,
Replaced with flimsy, pliable cardboard
Streaked with ferocious colors
That serves as no great reassurance,
No solace from the fierce wind
Briskly nipping at my nose.
And for reasons unbeknownst to me,
A feeble mind in a world drifting away,
It feels like I am dying.

back the the highway that never ends