The Naked Wall Poem by jordan sampson

The Naked Wall



As I am sitting on my bed looking at my wall
Just starin at it with the sound of a empty room
Nothing just white and I ask myself why is there nothing there
Where is the color
But I get no answer
so
I just sit in my room with a naked wall

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jordan sampson

jordan sampson

Maplewood, New Jersey
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