The Walls

I sit alone in a fog filled room.
Fear is creeping up behind me.
Anger is beating on the walls
While jealousy grips my heart
And squeezes it, murderously.
Regret siezes my breath,
Summoning the life from my soul.
Sadness and confusion lurk in a corner,
Waiting for the right moment
To surround and over come me.

I sleep in a fog filled room,
As insanity conquers my mind and
I become one with the walls.

Copyright © 2004, Jennifer Thompson