Singing My Soul in Solitude

A rather depressing free-verse poem about some issues in my life.

I sit alone,
four white walls my only company,
with only forgotten memories
as my friends.

When I lay down and forget the world,
and wish for the power of speech
as I sing my soul in solitude,
the walls do not listen, merely echo
my dying voice back.

I wait to tell the story
to my own personal savior,
but they won’t listen, and don’t know
my voice is reaching their ears.

As my voice fades,
I notice the single exit,
but it’s not a door.

I think I’ll take it.