This room I'm trapped inside of
is a moral contradiction.
The otherwise lifeless walls
are covered with America.
A multitude of flags, patriotic symbols,
and an overall feeling of freedom
is present.
It's so easy to be caught up in it all,
until you notice the silence.
This room is isolation,
a prison,
punishment.
Even my regretful thoughts echo in its confines.
I owe this pleasure
to a writing assignment.
A writing assignment that lurked in a dark corner,
while I was enjoying the weekend.
The only thing
that can save me from myself
is time.
One blink of the analog clock
will set me free,
Till another fateful day.
These things do happen,
even to the best of us...
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