THE WALLS

I am inside my tightly packed walls
that fill me with me with
a sense of tension and commotion.
I feel like a solid particle being combusted.

My baby blue bed,
in which I lie everyday protects
me from all my fears,
ike a turtle in its shell.

Beyond my silky quilt,
I feel no self control
but my self falling within
a water fall.

Beneath it all I see nothing,
but shattered hopes a
nd dreams of life I spuriously
to have.

The touch of my quilt
so soothing and loving
it takes me to cloud nine.