white walls

I stare at my ceiling,

Blank, white, boring. 

The rain is pouring, 

Loud, hard, sad. 

 

The paint is peeling, 

Cracks upon cracks, 

The rain is still pouring, 

Louder, harder, sadder.  

 

I look up at the sky, 

but all I see is white. 

Blank, boring, sad, 

I'm not doing okay. 

 

I'm surrounded by walls, 

White, restricting, converging. 

They're closing in, 

and I'm too lost to leave. 

 

I'm lost in a sea of white,

I can't see, I can't breathe. 

Every moment is blank, boring, sad,

painted with the life I never had. 

 

Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Spring '24: Writing Contest.

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