Plea

The walls around me
are gray
and I’d like them to become
invisible and blue
and though they cannot speak
it feels as if I’m neglecting
their plea to transform me
by keeping me prisoner
until I make up my mind
that I’ve had enough isolation
and will break down the door
and reenter the dreadful world
that’s been begging me
to change it.

DeMaris Gaunt
7-6-15

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