White Wall Conversations

He paced the room shooting the occasional astringent glance

“If you don’t want to live and you don’t want to die then you have

already chosen death.”

 

I sheepishly smile at my balled-up fists laid in my lap

It was a feeling I swept under the floorboards of my mind

Mingling with dust bunnies and denial

 

“ Sir, if that is the case where do we go from here?”

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

Such a sadness in these lines, Nice read here

[poison&kerosene]

It was written with a heavy heart. Thank you for your kind words!

[Ralph Proenza (Docralph..]

P&K - Whenever I read your poetry, it's as if I have just walked through a room full of a faint, sweet aroma mixed with fresh air that I carry with me as I leave and go on my way. Nice work! --Ralph

[poison&kerosene]

Your comments are what motivate me to keep writing. I am so happy that is the feeling you get with my writing! Thank you always for your very kind words Ralph!!!! :)

[Ralph Proenza (Docralph)]

So glad you are writing. Keep doing it! ♥ --R

[jacob erin-cilberto]

apathy is a killer...caring too much can just wipe us out...but not caring at all, we are dead before we start.
j.

[poison&kerosene]

Apathy is a slow, sad death indeed. There are only two ways out and I pray I can pull myself out. Thank you for stopping by!