Room Of White (Amateur Poetry)

Riding the crest of a sugar high

Locked inside a room of white

The PA calls my name

And I stay the same. No change

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A thousand TVs that make no sound

Pacified and bound

We remain Entertained

How do you feel? Thrilled?

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You

Are so high above this place

Floating in the outer space

You don't mind

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You

Give us your solace and your grace

Save us from our fates

How polite

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My angel

You keep the needle from my arm

You keep me safe from all the harm

Now ring that alarm

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Free us

From the shackles of modernity

Takes us up to eternity

Give us eyes to see
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We yearn to break from this mold six

Wander far out of reach

Stone the cameras and microphones

Hang flowers on guns and drones
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Fall into the one we are

Sail away to the stars

Live in adventure
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All of our lives.

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(Initial Image Attribution: https://pixabay.com/photos/retro-vintage-old-desktop-3246123/)