Four White Walls (Poem to Describe Finals week)

Four walls and a picture Are all that I see. A window with sunlight Never shining on me.  These twists and turns Have caged me tight. Curtains of stone Made of a dead, placid white.  I can still see the toy-sized people, Though they're blind to my dark window panes. I can watch them go …

Sadness

I close my eyes, and my insides tremble. They're on the verge of falling apart and swirling around inside of me into a liquified mess of blood, bones, confusion, disbelief, startlement, fear, hopelessness, and uncried tears. I want to think of music, but all that comes to mind is poetry about death, sang in notes …