Of this and that

No. 9 - Attempting poetry

Every time I look around the walls close in a little tighter.
Every time I breathe the air seems a bit lighter.
Every time I open my mouth, only silence comes out.
Every time I try to sleep, I hear a muffled shout.
Every time I close my eyes, the white light seems slightly whiter.

posted by Saksham Agrawal @ 12:44 AM