In this room
Windowless, white-walled,
My restless mind wanders, roams
Unwilled
To wind-chased clouds in restless skies
To lichened stones
To where a few bare-branched trees rise
Above the spring of heathered moors;
But I am here, held by windowless, white-washed walls.
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your words remind me of a song
by jessie j, titled 'big white room'
whose lyrics include:
'Sitting in a big white room alone
Close the door
Don't want the pain to come in
I clench my fist
And try to stay strong
I cry, feel sick
My heart is beating out of control
Can I run run faster than you
I wanna feel my body again
Feel the wind in my hair
But I have to stay in this big white room
'Cause no one else cares, no
I'm going crazy
I'm losing my mind'
(thanks for sharing, dear poet
a relatable read)
I don't know the song - but yes very similar - except in my head in my scenario there isn't pain. Though of course there could be, since I left it so unspecifed.
There a room like this in the ancestral mother house that we used to visit during summer holidays; down to the lichened stones and the heather overgrowth. The mind does wander off when there are no windows giving no feel of openness. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks. Mind, my mind wanders off in rooms with windows too...
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