A room. <br />Four walls. <br />One bed and a cup of coffee. <br /> <br />A chair. <br />Some air. <br />One tired clock. <br /> <br />Pick a soul. <br />Lock it in a bottle. <br />Shake it until it vanishes. <br /> <br />Break a heart. <br />Cut it in two. <br />Hear its scream. <br /> <br />Block the windows. <br />Chained dreams. <br />Lie on the floor. <br /> <br />Bleed a painting. <br />Feed the angst. <br />Pull the trigger of a gun called truth.<br /><br />Ananda Alves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roulette-2/
