Walls

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The only thing around me

That feels remotely stable

Are these white, stucco walls

Emotionality I deal with

The shaking inside me

Voice cracking in work calls

This is being an adult

You clock in 9 to 5

That's how the future falls....Right?

Maybe it's not.

Maybe I'm caught

Maybe I cannot escape the thought

of the things I have sought

And they are all in vain

I'm soaked in pain

My tears chill my cheeks like rain

My life splits like paths, so many a lane

I want to scream but I try to refrain

I know this rhythm makes no sense

but listen, I'm not sane

Author's Note

I would love if you gave criticism or interacted. I am dealing with depression and trying to find encouragement. Any and ALL comments welcome

Reviews

[emmajoy]

In spite of your oh so wretched depression, the very fact you have created distinct metre and clarity in your post perhaps shows a mind that opens itself in a quite concise manner. You've shown me for one, a being prepared to walk away from those white stucco walls. Perhaps you need nudge yourself just a teeny bit more?