Behind Blue 

A blue door offers 

days and nights 

in bed though no sleeping

gets spent 

the windows let in light

and never open 

you won’t ever feel 

the still of freshness 

cobwebs will grow in corners 

and dust will find your lungs 

not long before you suffocate 

from the walls closing in 

on your breath 

keep fighting those thoughts 

of leaving 

of staying 

but you’ve already- your psyche- caved in 

as a fly on the wall