White wallsA Poem by Jaz OnerheimAsylum
Smooth white walls,
that stand so tall. All you see is white During the day, even at night. You want to touch but not much. It is to seal So you can't feel. It is to be but not to see. to have four might cause a war. to find and to lose a mind. never a sun It's no fun. © 2016 Jaz Onerheim |
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Added on April 4, 2014 Last Updated on May 29, 2016 |