the walls
are four and
i’m inside of it.

quiet i am
like a man of
no words.

square is
my room and
i’m alone, sad.

the floor
looks at the
ceiling desperately.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to square

  1. That is a deeply sad, and beautifully written poem.

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