When Walls are White

those sanitary walls

at the end of endless halls

are painted white

in the darkness of despair

with no other place to go

she sits rocking to and fro

to alleviate the pain

she cannot bear

she tries so hard to place

each unfamiliar face

that urges her

to feel so very small

she then curls into a ball

at the injustice of it all

laying fetal in a sea

of nothingness

until one blessed day

the lady makes her way

through the doors

of her prison

free at last

©kay salady

About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on March 13, 2019, in kay salady's poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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