Echoes

nine times I have lost my mind
nine times the doors have slammed behind me
four walls
four walls
no comfort on the ceiling
and if only they would open the door again
I would be free

nine times I have regained my mind
nine times rounds came telling me
two or three days from now
two or three more days
of having something to blame
before there is nothing

nine senseless nothings
have scuppered up what lives in me
and so, behind blue eyes
most violent wars have waged

a truce has been called
exams a common foe
four walls
four walls
closing in on the month of May

now, just two or three more days
to fester in anger
before one last hall summons and releases
waiting will be nothing
and nothing will stop me then