In my room of isolation where white walls
Drip with ice cold tears of sadness, I think…
Yet memories are stubborn in my mind here
And are unborn to me, they refuse to open out…
There is a future unforeseeable I believe?
Shouting at the white walls dripping with my years
That once belonged to a yesterday long forgotten
For they are the ones I blame for this asylum -
I pace the few steps I have as if walking a thousand miles
Only to find my blood soaked feet marks upon the stones
Shouting out brings no echo's, there is no life within here
All seems dead, I feel even I am not alive even at times?
In this room of isolation where sadness is so stubborn
It drips down the ice cold walls capturing my tears
Turning them into ice cold memories of yesterday
For yesterday was the beginning for me, of today!
Written By B R Walker
29 July 2016