I found myself in a room full of questions
there was hardly any air
only false smiles and pretend love.
I couldn’t escape this room
there were no doors no windows
only walls and walls and walls
closing me in smashing my perceptions
goring me with bull horn and silence.
I stared into the bleak tomorrow
and I could see nothing but walls
the scene was endlessly repeated
on this silver screen of drywall and paint.
I stared at it until it woke me from my stupor
with blaring sounds of busy ness
I shook away the bald reminders
and with a certain sense of fatalism
moved forward toward the wall.
It engulfed me and surrounded my eyes
it entranced and engaged me
with hasty decisions borne of necessity
until I was in some sort of other room
just as stuffy, noiseless and humid
and I saw the walls were painted
with colorless intentions
so I sat down and waited for the last time.
I will wait until this room collapses
with age and time
and I will walk over this rubble
to the outside,
and stop breathing.