Brown Tiles / Poem

Dark ancient brown tiles

They did great as first few pages

I wrote broken letters, they let me

I screamed in ambiguity, they let me

Here I am, looking for a new page

I see polished walls and glossy floors

They lack grains and greys

They never bleed, they never plead

Brown tiles were you,I suppose

Soaked into mere greasy mud

Blood is again mixing with ink

However this time, wild berries stayed away