Hope -

December 6, 2009
White walls stare blankly
surrounding you
suffocating you
coming closer inch by inch
breath by breath
beat by beat
the door has disappeared
you are trapped
breath is getting short
beat is getting fast
the walls are spinning
an empty merry-go-round
spilled ice cream
trampled cotton candy
a lost child in the crowd
the ceiling dissolves
into dark sky
the walls come closer
you reach for the stars
reach and reach but never touch
the stars are gone
and so are you.

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