These four walls so familiar
Enclosing from all sides
Entrapping and Compressing
This little me inside
The oxygen seems thinner
And I gasp to get it down
This solitude consumes it
Steals my share without a sound
This old floor and the ceiling
Share a quiet, whispered grin
These walls and them conspiring
In their plot to shut me in
This body fails completely
And I cannot move to flee
I sit and suffer blindly
Something else decides for me
And I go numb in the crush
Cubed
Ugh, for the capacity to write a happy poem right now…..RSD is an evil, silent monster.
Nicolas Hall, 6 months ago
I am truly moved by this. . . to comment on it as a “written” piece would seem trivial. . . you are living this and sharing it in a beautiful way. Thank you.
Rella in reply to Nicolas Hall’s comment, 6 months ago
Thank you – all your lovely comments have made this day much better xx
Rachael Hope, 6 months ago
Oh this is so soulful and beautiful! You are a magnificent spirit and you will rise up above all your obsticals xx
Ben Ruskin, 6 months ago
i thought this was extremely well written, i like how well it flows! plus, brilliant title!
Rella in reply to Rachael Hope’s comment, 6 months ago
Thanks so much for the support :)
Rella in reply to Ben Ruskin’s comment, 6 months ago
Thanks! How flattering :)
Jboo09, 6 months ago
I can definitely relate to the feeling in this poem… you express yourself well, very nice! :)