Four Walls

I sat between 4 walls
With nothing but the sound of my own thoughts
Some I really don’t want to think about
Others I embrace


The pure ness of who You are
A true friend in a time of sorrow
I bared my true self to you
What is left to follow

Those walls are very dangerous
I feel like they could swallow me whole
You probably wouldn’t realise
I would just become another lost soul

Trapped in the white and stark stale place
Never would I be with you
Lost without a trace

Come back they said
It’s not too late
I’m sorry my friend the walls are my fate