"Empty Room" [Poem for Alexandria #7]

This empty room, I occupy it

I'm drowning in my own cold breath

I stand, I pace, I idly sit

Trapped, I must embrace my death

 

This empty room my aching body

My heart is ice. My heart is stone

In empty rooms words are not heard

My ribs to hold my lungs, alone

 

Fading fading. This room is empty

I am a mighty, ghostly god

Imprisoned by walls of my assembly

My body scarred, my body clawed

 

With breaths of CO2 I scream

The walls then scream it back at me

"Help me help me swim upstream"

"Help me help me we are free"

 

Hands feel walls in search of locks

Hands feel air to help the walls

"You're trapped inside this dark white box"

They need my help, but hush my calls

 

In empty rooms echoes fly freely

I feel nothing I feel nothing

I was trapped, but you have freed me

I feel something I feel something

 

But though I'm free, I am still shackled:

My collar bone; imprisoned lungs

Internally, I now must battle

The words of all my many tongues

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