The wall is yellow

A gentle glow laced with warmth

Breathe in

Breathe out

The possibilities are endless

The execution is daunting

An inescapable prison overpowers

Even the strongest soldier


The wall is blue

Clouds of shadows move

From left to right

Tingles race up my arms

Floating through wisps of hair

Tickling tender, soft skin

Eyes hooded in sleepy gesture

Blinking on occasion

The wall is white

with wilting shadows

Dancing in the shape of leaves on

Bumbling branches bent with burden

Time passes in a shameless illusion

Questions float in ambling circles

The towel in my fingers crumples

With a dry snap


The wall is orange

Dimming slowly to shapeless purple

Breathe in

Breathe out

Tingling arms slowly morph into senseless weights

hanging from my stooped shoulders

The nightingale sings a song of mourning

The wall is grey ​​​​​​​

Leah Ican

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