Decived Life

I’m trapped in a room,

With

Walls

Of

White.

Or so they seem,

 I’ve been trapped from the outside world so long; everything seems to be the same colors;

White

Black

Grey.
I’m trapped in a routine,

Wake up,

Drag myself through the day,

Fall asleep.

I’m trapped,

Trapped in this thing called life.

Reviews

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Really glad I read this. I can really relate to the feeling of being trapped and lost for all hope. I sometimes feel like I'm trapped in my own body and just trying in vain to break free. I really loved how you placed the words into separate lines. I don't know if you have a specific reason or you were just trying to make it seem long. But it did contribute to the poem's visual appearance. Great job. Stay Inspied.

[Mystery Wanderer]

The separate lines add more emphasis when read. By doing this, it allowed me to emphasis the details.