white walls, white faces. even the ground outside is white
im locked in i cant get out. ive never heard voices or had visions
until now. this place had made me crazy. I wasnt this way before
The well has filled with snow, and i cant dig my way out.
Im trapped in this damn place. NO one to talk to or
- to write to but myself-
there are scratch marks on the walls. i have to get out but-
-its impossible-
Its time now to set myself free
Ashley Olson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-walls/
