Room of life

Wed, 02/01/2023 - 14:23 -- George_

My mind swirls as I sit in my room filled with colors 

I am a gray blob in this room of life

Blue dropping onto soft gray sheets

Silver in my hands

The blue falls as if it was a waterfall

Not knowing how to escape, not knowing what to do

I am now a grayish red blob, in a room of life

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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