Unblinking, slowly
enveloping me
As I hear my
heartbeat
Contemplating, lying
in my forlorn bed
Yet the ceiling sees
my agony
Searing, thru my own
eternity
Unmuted, the
whiteness of the ceiling clear
Understanding
without me explaining fear
Sympathizing on my
silent whimperings
O! Ceiling ...
Wished you'd carry the weight on my wings
I sided on my left
The wall embraced me
so abreast
Almost feeling my
breath
So close to the
walls' caress
Four inches away my
face against the wall
Telling me to go
ahead... Cry and let it fall
The tears rolled
down on my left of cheeks
Silently the wall
intently watched so quick
Together, ceiling
& the wall heard my sobs
The wall almost
pounded with utmost throbs
I laid on my back
and there the ceiling saw
The redness in my
eyes ...
The vestige of tears
With marks, slow to
heal
Poems they said are
all unfinished
Like this memory
carved not missed
-MAC
(You taught me to experience the bliss of muted ecstasy - witnessed by the ceiling and walls, with eight corners opposite each other to form the so-called "Room")
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