wrote this while hopelessly bored at work....

Beige
Sitting, Staring
at the plastic calm
hiding so well the troubled storm
of emotions, worries, goals unmet
boredom, loneliness, mounting debt
administrative banalities
muttered obscenities
Frustrated, feeling
that i may never escape the
painted, peeling
walls that shape
the boundaires of my self-made prison--
dampened hopes, blurry vision