Poems from janell52
We made it you know.
Time, it's not real. Man's the one.
We seek sense in lies.
The structure of the room is square,
The walls long, white and bare.
There are no windows
The door stays locked.
I'm told that it's a...
You show up to class late.
I watch as time goes by slowly.
“The white walls,” you say ,“create a sanctuary.”
The air is stale.
The chairs...
I stare at dark brown eyes,
Brown skin.
Brown hair.
I blink, and the image does the same.
I begin to shake and I watch from the corner of...
They say birds of a feather
flock together.
But maybe that’s why I feel under the weather.
With my body tethered to this world I sought...