Routine and familiarity

Seven corners, too many walls,
battled windows, an old white door
simple closets unknown history hide
of long gone muted voices
echoing the empty night

The colors of the night
match my soul
cold like blue, dark like coal
my heavy eyes the day unwind
until I drift, oh, quiet mind

Bedtime calls, ready to fall
feeling safe in all my walls
a soft reminder of the clarity
one oddly finds in
routine and familiarity