Chamber

What happens in a closed mind when words fall on deaf ears and you become shackled.

The jacket pulls tight,
limbs numb mind seized,
war waged in snow white walls,
alone begging for a hint of color.

 It's this disease,
infesting all logic,
this cubical of contemplation,
only plasters smiles.

Dampening our reality,
till eyes roll back,
and sight becomes pix-elated,
ending dreams continuum.

Author's Note

Enjoy.