Category: Writers Block
Full room, voices all around.
no windows to be found. Doors open and shut as people come and go.
Can't ever feel them though, yet you know they are all there. All saying they care.
You reach out to one of them and they turn away.
Next day same room but this time no doors only windows with everyone looking in
but they can't reach you, they can't come in. Sitting in the empty room watching as they pound at the windows begging for your touch.
But when door vanish all they can do is watch you disappear.
chilling, but good. Keeep in mind, your poetry doesn't have to rhyme. but I like this one
Yeah I tend to do that some times. Thanks
Very chilling indeed. And though your poetry doesn't have to rhyme, I appreciate the time and artfulness it took to create those rhymes. So, though it doesn't have to, I'm glad it does.