Title: //The grey room inside my mind In our towns we sit alone as I sit in my mind. The rooms of grey with doors of gold silent with no decay. Wooden floors, with darkened light my eyes of grey and blue I see each door in front of me like pits of darkened doom. Which one to go through. which doors are safe which doors are not allowed. Because in my mind I see the trees each with wooden bars there to hold me I cannot run I cannot hide I try and try again but as I do I fall back down only to be renewed I was once told to stop building up my walls the ones inside my head the ones that prepare me to fall But how can I stop the pain I recieve when pains my constant truth Because in my space. I sit alone and lookup To see only myself look down. By, Benjamin E. Neil
Reason for writing:
i wrote this poem, because when I close my eyes and dreams I see this world
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