Black Room

The black walls have a red tinge.
There is nothing in this room.
But its dark! And terrifies me.
Why do I spend so much time here?
I could be outside.
I should be outside in the sun.

There silence is wicked,
It mocks me. But it is loud.
The room is shaking.
Its showing pictures on the wall.
I want out.

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6 Comments

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