Poem #20 (March 22, 2024)

Prison Cell

why does my room look unfamiliar?

whenever I lay down on a bed of linear

does my emotions affect the skin of my walls?

while the whispers detect the incoming calls

perhaps my room isn't for the normal being

a prison cell deprived of normal meaning?

with eccentric mind reflects the eccentric ceiling

the scent of breakdown rest on the bed railing

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Notes

I wanted to make a first person long words freestyle poem vibes. This was the result. I wanted a non rhythmic theme but I was tempted to rhyme them again. Ahhh fuck, the rhymes kind of ruin the rawness of the message. Oh well.