One more day in the cold stuffy building,
Through the dark muddy waters I flow.
Dark long corridors merged into nothing,
Clear white pillows with nothing below.
One more night in the stale lonely chambers,
No one here to come with me and stay.
Lots of sounds in the light and in darkness,
Not a place here to keep calm and sane.
Only prayer will be here to be free,
Fly away from this sorrowful place.
Looking out from the window at some tree –
One more day here – and I’ll be obsessed.
02.2014