• White Walls

    How did I arrive
    In this white-walled room?
    Am I still alive?
    What is this impending doom?

    A woman walks in, dressed in
    White, like an angel
    But fear crawls on my skin
    “This is not what I pictured for Hell”

    On her lips, a smile spreads
    It is soft and kind
    And I am filled with dread
    “Do not trust her”, a voice in my mind

    She hands me something
    Small and round
    And smiles at nothing
    Without a sound

    “Just swallow the pill
    It’ll take the pain away
    You’re just a little ill”
    But I want the pain to stay

    It lets me know
    That I am not dead
    And though it grows
    I would not feel nothing instead

    But the angel insists
    And I slip it in
    She does not bother to persist
    And leaves me, thinking she has the win

    When she is gone
    I crush it to powder
    And the pain reaches a new dawn
    And I try my best not to scream louder

    But I welcome the pain
    For I am still living
    It has taught me, this knowledge obtained
    That the world is cruel and unforgiving