I checked myself into a psych ward
Thinking the white of the walls would be like
A breath of fresh air after rainfall
The one white wall with the window
Gave me a sliver of the outside insanity
But the walls stood tall to offer protection
Against the anxiety but only for a second
The bed filled one half of the floor
Another quarter began to hold the chest of filled drawers
The once bare walls tried to claw their way out
From under vomit of picture frames
What was in the dark eventually came to light
When the lamp was held on a pedal stool
The psych ward began feeling like the one before
And when the mirror was introduced
I felt the need to move on to another room on the next floor
