This room is all I’ve known

I am held captive between
concrete walls,
some constructed of the past
with an adhesive webbed of my mistakes
and some walls constructed of
rainy windows, milky lattes and lovers,
summer nights, and esperanza.
Both easily forgotten while opposing the other.
They work together as twin
to keep me in purgatory between
knowing to live and knowing to die.

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