Stark white corridors
No windows, no doors.
No colour, no life.
Not even mine.
Just an endless maze
Corridors.
Going nowhere.
Just like me.
Today I can't be bothered,
Bothered to search
The endless search.
I huddle in a corner,
No refuge.
Scooped up
By human hands,
Returned to my cell,
My prison.
My life, my Hell.
(written by a nameless laboratory rat)
Kim Davies
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sadness-120/
