But wrapped up in
the sounds of
blaring sirens,
radiators bellowing heat,
the emptiness of each room,
the hush of isolation,
I don’t feel welcome.
Thin walls,
Holding me in
Doors locked from the outside world
All lights turned up for false safety
I glare at the blank TV
Sitting,
Unable to make myself move
Hollow of feeling
other than loneliness.
Lay myself down on the mesh of burnt orange and brown
Cloak my arms around my body,
inhale the aroma of a stale apartment
that doesn’t smell like home.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
But wrapped up in
the sounds of
blaring sirens,
radiators bellowing heat,
the emptiness of each room,
the hush of isolation,
I don’t feel welcome.
Thin walls,
Holding me in
Doors locked from the outside world
All lights turned up for false safety
I glare at the blank TV
Sitting,
Unable to make myself move
Hollow of feeling
other than loneliness.
Lay myself down on the mesh of burnt orange and brown
Cloak my arms around my body,
inhale the aroma of a stale apartment
that doesn’t smell like home.
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