The quiet in the room
The Quiet in the Room
The chair mocks me.
The green is covered with
The criminally insane disappearance.
The Quiet is in the room
It’s gawks at me
the green chair that
prohibits me from
Standing and leaving
Is gawking at me
My heartbeat takes one
breathe and unlocks the
Key of my thought.
A man is sitting on the green
Chair.” Hey, look”
Why is no one looking at the
Insane man?
Why is everybody looking at me?
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