It is there where I sit curled up in a corner
No contact with the outside world
Unable to hear a sound,
See the light,
Smell an odour
Touching nothing,
But these four walls
And whatever's inside them.
There used to be a door
In fact, there still is
But it's been
Jammed
Shut
So tight
That no one can open it.
There used to a window
But that was taken out and replaced
By the scenic view
Of grey concrete blocks and cement.
Four walls all joined by perfect right angles
A sound proof room with an airtight effect.
I must get on the other side
I don't want to hide anymore from what's out there.
No food
No water
No air
No people
No sounds.
Just
Four walls all joined by perfect right angles
I can't breathe
I can't sleep
These four walls all joined by perfect right angles
Are closing in on me
S l o w l y .
How long has it been?
Does anyone remember me?
Will anyone try to save me?
Or even attempt to see if I still exist?
Four walls all joined by perfect right angles
It is there where I sit compressed in a corner
Unable to move
Or even blink
Claustrophobia kicks in.
If only I could reach the ceiling
Then perhaps I could push against it,
Stop it from closing in.
Four walls
With a jammed shut door
Scenic blocks and cement
And a moving ceiling
All joined by
Perfectly
Monotonous
Right
Angles
All closing in
How long has it been
Since I put myself in these
Four walls
All
Joined
By
Perfect
Right angles.
