Hazard357Contributor
My Poem: The Door
Lights low
No sound
Four walls with no way out
Stuck in this room
Where there's no room to move
Clothes on the floor creating a path to the door I can't seem to step out of
I lay here still
Unable to move from the spot I woke up in
Feeling tired and weak from the food I don' t eat
Stuck on a phone
Talking to people I barely know
Empty words used
To feel less alone
Paralysed in this state
Wanting to escape
Staring at a door 6 feet
but so far out of reach