Stranger
I couldn't see anything. The door is lock. The windows are shut. All I see is an empty black space hovering over me. I crotch down, searching for some solace within my own embrace but I never did. And I never had since long ago.
I feel cold and empty. It's like my world is closing in. Tearing me apart. And all I could do is watch and cry, as my life was suck out of my grasp. Slowly and slowly until it fades away.
Now, I am looking to a stranger. A stranger with the same curves and lines just like mine once upon a time. With a cold brown eyes staring and taunting me.
I drop to my knees and cry...
"I should've fought them. And maybe, I won't be a stranger to myself."
These Three Walls
These three walls are closing in
like an ancient booby trap,
spikes anxious to impale and
drain the dreams from my body.
My sad reflection dissipates
when the blank screen bleeds to blue,
derogating my existence to an
inked identity on a perforated stub.
Through the corporate window,
clouds roil with abandoned passions
in hopes that I will loosen my noose
and dance in their Renaissance rain.
But
My once-radioactive heart has turned to lead,
an internal anchor formed from conformity,
keeping me frozen like an ungodly gargoyle statue
as these three walls continue to close in.
