Silence of Screams

been talking to walls

for what seems like an age now

whose?

not sure

not mine

not yours

only three new stains today

one on the door

two on the floor

spittle and blood

i have been buried in the sky

and only god alone knows why

buried in an endless run of halls

buried in parts within these walls

walls of beige canvas covered foam

might have a roof

but it's not a home

my door is keyed on the outside

my freedoms curtailed to within

fully contained

within

this rubber room

this rubber doom

these walls of padded foam

my madness my home

all the muffled yells

curses, cries and moans

echo back to me

i am a victim

of my own disease

and its cure