A painter

If I could be a painter
I would paint black my nest
A deaf scream lost between
four walls
Of a self neglected life of indulgence
From here to there
Is nowhere,the darkness of nothingness
The walls getting closer and closer
I ‘m inside this coffin
And the oxygen is getting
Low
Wish I could erase it all
And start again
As a painter,
that I’m not.