4 walls

Gradually, these 4 walls keep closing in on me.
I’m trapped in this room with no windows and the door is bolted.
My heart pounds and I am confounded
by the sudden rush of emotions that engulf me all at once.
As these 4 walls continue to contract in this claustrophobic room,
I beat heavily on the bolted door with clenched fists.
No one hears me.
Deafening screams diffuse the room.
Still, I’m unheard.
Defeated and worn out by what seems like vain attempts,
I lie on the floor in solitude,
gazing intensely at this concrete ceiling
trying hard to create an illusion of blue skies and white clouds.
Silently, I cry myself into a peaceful slumber,
hoping that when I awake it will all be a dream.
Hours later, I awake and reality hits me
when I realize that I’ still enclosed by these 4 walls.

Copyright © 2008 by Dinneka Richards