The Whatever Room

The Whatever Room

A Poem by Matt Chevalier

We're walking through hallways
With no open doors
Wait.
In fact, there are no doors at all.

Right, all walls, nowhere to go

Now, thoughts can be seen here
Rebounding
Falling
Each not believing the other

Why fight?
Invisible pains hurt just as much as real ones

© 2012 Matt Chevalier


Charlie
Fly the plane

Author's Note

Matt Chevalier
Title given by my friend Elaina

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Added on September 20, 2012
Last Updated on September 20, 2012