another oldie
He walks down the halls
All dressed in almost-liquid black
A stain,
Against white walls
Trapped in this place
That we call life
Not much to look at
Is there?
Trapped in this thing
That we call eternity
It might be fun at first
But how long can one
Stare at white walls
Wishing,
Hoping,
For someone to come along
The only tranquility he has
From the pure white walls
Is the solitude
Of his lone mind
Long ago,
Turned into a safe haven
From an ice-covered heart
Shattered and in pieces
He waits for the one
To put it back together
To collect all the pieces
And set him free
From the eternal Hell
In which he walks
Pure white walls
In never-ending halls,
Wasn’t what he had in mind
Now all he can do is
Wait,
Walk, and
Watch
The pure white walls
For the slight crack
Of a door out
