Confined to This Despair

Feeling’s nothing, and time’s killing…
These places, scream to me, in deafening silence.
Walls painted sorrow, in blue nonchalance…
Reminding me of dead smelling air…
Soul screeching, of breaths in stripped comfort….
Killing time, and nothing feeling.

(Backwards.)

Feeling nothing, and killing time…
Comfort stripped in breaths of screeching soul…
Air smelling dead of me reminding,
Blue nonchalance in sorrow-painted walls…
Silence deafening in me, to scream, places these,
Killing times, and nothing feelings.