Walls

The walls are whispering closer now,

Each breath I take,

they disavow.

Once distant shapes in shaded light,

Now press with weight, deny my flight.

The ceiling sinks with heavy grace,

The air, it tightens in this place.

A room once wide with dreams and air,

Now chokes with silence, thick despair.

No doors remain,

no windows weep,

Just concrete thoughts I cannot keep.

The corners curl like hands around

A soul too scared to make a sound.

I scratch at seams that do not yield,

My truths unspoken,

unrevealed.

Each heartbeat echoes off the stone,

A rhythm trapped, a plea alone.

But maybe walls were built from me

The fears I fed,

the need to flee.

And still I stand,

though bruised and thin,

Against the dark that crowds within.