A Doorless Room

 I sit in a room, with a roof of the night

A night sky with no stars, just the ever-consuming dark.

The room encloses me in grey walls,

Walls that seem to close in on me, with a floor so white,

White that shocks me into a stupor.

Joy lingers outside the doorless room,

Fury laps like flames on the cement.

Despair tends to seep its way in sometimes,

But sorrow waits outside, like an old friend.

I trace the white floor with my fingers,

Along the ridges looking for a sprout of grass,

To believe in feeling again.

To believe in enjoying with ardor.

To believe in being furious with fervor.

But the sprout of grass is non-existent,

And the despair seeps in again.

Nevertheless, I felt something, even if it brings me to despair.

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I sit in a room, with a roof of the night

A night sky with no stars, just the ever-consuming dark.

The room encloses me in grey walls,

Walls that seem to close in on me, with a floor so white,

White that lingers in the air, shocking me into having faith.

Faith that I'll find a way.