white walls

I stare at my ceiling,

Blank, white, boring.

The rain is pouring,

Loud, hard, sad.

The paint is peeling,

Cracks upon cracks,

The rain is still pouring,

Louder, harder, sadder.

I look up at the sky,

but all I see is white.

Blank, boring, sad,

I'm not doing okay.

I'm surrounded by walls,

White, restricting, converging.

They're closing in,

and I'm too lost to leave.

I'm lost in a sea of white,

I can't see, I can't breathe.

Every moment is blank, boring, sad,

painted with the life I never had.

Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.

izz_midnight

NH

14 years old

Poetry

By izz_midnight

tied to you

It's endless,
The loop of love.
I fall into it once,
And it feels like I'll never escape.

It's like I'm tied to myself,
Suffocating in thousands of knots,
Tied by you.

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Poetry

By izz_midnight

Who I Actually Am

I feel so hopeless,
Every second, every minute.
It feels like my heart beat is out of rhythm,
And the measure shouldn't be completed.

This is the only way I know how

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Poetry

By izz_midnight

for my girlfriend, who gets me roses

for my girlfriend who gets me roses,
but not just any plain old red ones,
but flowers in my favorite color,
and she knows that I love them.

for my girlfriend who gets me presents,

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