White Room

poetry speaks

White room, white room,

will you tell me?

These outside walls are asking for answers,
answers I don't have.

They beat on my white walls,
beat like a drum.

Safe I am in this room,
safe from the hands that strike the walls.

Every day I must open the only door out,
every day I fear when that door must open.

For when I leave the white room,
I hear the song again.

You who lives In the room,

can you answer a question?

What shines like diamond,
but dulls like rock?

What are YOU,
that WE are not?

What lives in the room,

live in the world it cannot.

In the room,

all is but one.

In the room,

all is alone.

After the song is done,

the door closes once more.

White room, white room,

will you tell me?

What answer must I give!

I don't want to be like them!

I ask the room that no one can enter,

no one can understand.

It's own world is this white room,

a world I can always change.

What will stop those drummers,

stop those who hate this room.

I will answer for this place,

this place that I love.

As that one door opens,

I start my song.

I who lives in the room,

will answer your question.

We all once had minds that shined like diamonds,

but dull is those who left their white room!

I will be unlike you!

That world cannot change,

but this room is different,

this room for one!

Open this door you may,

but see you shall not!

I will live many lives,

while you live like rocks!

In the room,

I am all,

not one.

In the room,

I call home.

And for the last time,

the door closes.

Reviews

[SyN]

This poem reminds me of the moment thing...

Good work...
^_^

[unspokenpain]

Thank you. I appreciate your satisfaction in it ^.^