Sat in my room for hours, glancing up into the ceiling,
confined walls narrowing me in, so deep I land in the pouch of the room,
jumping on the trampoline cushions to peek for the exit,
but I was stranded, in a cubicle that constricted me in, disallowing my
departure, I screamed for help, as the volume of the music heightened, where the ballroom danced, an army of people,
drinking champagne and wine,
I could hear the sound of laughter roar upstairs into my room where silence
could only hear the sound of a choir with bass violins sharpening the wood,
as they took a sudden pause, the music ceased,
I could hear them snickering silently but visibly, at my exile.