I Am A Poet (I am crazy..)

Walls of white.

The black of night.

All of which confine

this voice inside

I try to hide.

I dare not cross the line.

This voice,

it grows,

my eyes,

they show

words sprawled across the walls.

LARGE, RED, THEY BLEED,

CALL ALL TO READ

THE CHAOS THAT RUIN THE HALLS.

IT'S TRUTH THEY SPELL,

TRUTH I DARE NOT TELL,

yet these shadows pass along...

And as they bore,

I look once more,

And all the words are gone.