These Walls

These walls do not talk.

These walls do not feel.

These walls inclose me in a fog that i feel is too bright to see through.

What then will shed light?

No window, no door, no ceiling, no floor.

It feels ongoing. And just when i get a hint of light, i awake from a dream.

But what is a dream and what is real?

My experenices do not heal.

i get flashbacks to those walls and everytime those flashbacks end up putting me back to the beginning.

Yes, these walls are bad. But they are always their to support me.

What a paradox. The thing that keeps me incaptured also helps me to keep on. 

My experiences have helped me grow with time and wisdom.

My dreams can be my reality but do i want them too?

The walls will never stop and if they did where would i go?

No path, no direction, no sight, no protection.

What then will guide me?

These walls that inclose me also teach me.

These walls do not feel, but they are real.

These walls do not talk, but they listen.