White Walls

A dark studio

where one comes to sit

when the old demons

come to visit

and the haunting

starts anew

the silent white walls

are just there

they do not embrace

or offer comfort

tears are shed

and pool briefly

on clasped hands

as frenzied thoughts

spin outward

toward the silent white walls

a chill is perceived

as dark eyes scan the surroundings

brushes sit clean and untouched

jars of colours sit in neat rows

as white glaring canvas stares back

and the icy fingers of anxiety

traces the vertebrae

of a stiff erect back

fresh hot tears run

with the silent question

hanging in the air

impatiently asking

how did we

end up like this

 

 

Reviews

[_mal]

This is very vivid and emotive, dark but not forced

[MCS]

Jamestown thank you. Some days it just rains but the sun will shine again.

[Jamestown]

Now I'm not a dark poetry fan but I can take away the fact that
this piece is well written with great imagery! And the last stanza
happens, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Jamestown]

I can totally understand that after my divorce I was stuck in darkness
nearly two years and fought my butt off to find the light, life will throw us
some unbelievable curve balls:( I'm really glad to see those words, PTL
you will be in my prayers!

[MCS]

Thank you kindly