“Soldier of White”

Following the trenches of white that encircle the tiles

Each turning black with mold

How is it so cold

Even with the heat on, in here it feels like an artic hold on my skin

Which rises and falls with each tug I do

Pulling it taut and snapping it back

My skin begins to turn purple and black.

My nails are yellow with fungus and stench

Grime crawls up inside as if sitting on a bench.

Knuckles drag across the floor as I lay upon my stomach-

Just feet above the ground I soon will adorn.

Skin worn, each pass rubs me raw-

Soldier of WHITE ruffles my feathers not letting me take flight.

Cuffing me, don't you dare let me go. 

Sitting on my feet, they shackle me down below.

High above I will sore, not outside my body or dead at your door-

But beyond your reach, I will find, a place to lay and leave all souls deceased.

So Doctor please make sure you never let me free-

God help you if you do…

Those will be dark days set upon thee-

~ P