Walls

the white wall stretches endlessly upward  

above it, the sky births itself green  

in its quiet vastness, angels' wings ripple  

the stars hum indifference into my skin  

the sun leaks down in broken rivulets  

its touch dissolves yellow into the white  

and I am left aching, wondering if light  

is enough to fill cracks in the mortar  

now the wall blurs, turning grey and jagged  

its face torn by hands desperate to escape  

the sourness pools here, thick as tar  

steps spiral behind me, dragging me inward  

the red wall trembles, a fist of blood  

its opening, its closing, a heartbeat of fear  

inside me, only fragile bags of breath  

each longing for air while drenched in dread  

above, black walls hum with circling birds  

their cries sharp, indifferent to our mortal grief  

the world moves, cold and relentless,  

its blanks rushing to swallow us whole.