White Rooms

Chains snicker

As vultures bicker

Yet I'm still alive,

waiting for death to arrive,

it'd be too simple,

so instead life will cripple

what's viewed as insane.

Why can't you see?

It is only in pain,

Why won't you just leave it be?

They cry for my sake,

But I know they are fake.

I'm a chance for them so,

they can play "hero"

I am not a human, 

I am an "it,"

I am either "justice," 

or just another hit.

Alone, here in my cage

With nothing but my rage.

My shadow, the only darkness,

from light, that tore me,

from white that wore me

Till I was skin and bones, 

and shadow consumed me.

Author's Note

It may be hard to dismantle. On another note, does anyone else, ALWAYS get the captcha they've entered wrong? That drives me crazy. Flipping onium. It's not my fault you look like onion.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Your rhymes are fun to read. :)

[Crimson Apples]

Thanks (:

[lina grey]

strangely enough, my last captcha was opium, very similar to your onium.

this poem is arresting and, as you say, hard to dismantle. every read brought something new.

[Crimson Apples]

Thanks =)
lol, at least yours was an actual word.

[Verdant Cynic]

I can feel the imprisoning imagery here. I see someone in this poem, locked away by people trying to help. The person feels they are nothing more than a charity case. Something to help, but not someone they value.

It's my interpretation. :)

[Crimson Apples]

Dang. I love the way you described it through your second last line. Thank you for your review, and yes, that was a major part of it. Have a good day =)