the walls of my room, my ward
soak up blood
splotches like poppies
they too are bruised
i've hurt the wall in my vigorous
attempt to free myself
i've hurt the wall in my violent
attempt to free myself from the bones
and skin
that imprison this corpse inside of me
i arrogantly put aside
the pain of the wall
....and put my own first
they, the patched walls
sag pathetically, portraying the unenergetic, moping smile
that looks the way i feel
oh...this room!
so exhausted from housing my sloppy
spill-over-the-edge tantrums
this off-white color, an imperfect hue
chipping away and revealing the graying within
old age, like a band aid, fervently trying to cover
my youth, a dead pealing scab
a boasting red wound staining those who try to sustain
it
i've hurt the wall
and now i apologize
for my lack of compassion
and vanity
i apologize to the wall
"oh dear friend wall, i am so sorry!"
all in the name of insanity