It's not light it's dark,
It's not cold it's warm.
And the walls are closing in
Or are they falling d
o
w
n
?
I'm really not so sure now.
The sky is swirling
Blues, Greens, Purples.
Voices are getting softer
Or are they getting louder?
I feel as though I'm out of power.
Reality isn't here
Its weight is gone.
And parts of the world are becoming italic
Or are they becoming bold?
I sense my mind begin to fold.
*
*
*
I wish to f
l
y
But all I can do is ~~~~drown~~~~.
And I know the sky is u
p
Or is it d
o
w
n
?
I’m really not so sure now.
The world comes crashing down
And I know it's light,
And I know it's cold,
And I know the walls are stationary,
And I know the walls stand strong,
And I know the sky is still,
And I know it's colored brown,
And I know that the voices have been loud all along,
And I know that I am real,
And I know that the weight is here,
And I know the world is in Arial,
And I know I'm on solid ground,
And I know the sky is outside
Here
In this room.
by
Miranda Smith
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