The descriptions of the yellow wallpaper remind me of almost being poetic and artistic.
Staring through the patterns you look into the back.
The shapes and forms all collide.
You gaze for hours into whats seems, a new dimension.
Emotions trapped beyond the patterns.
It seems as if its you.
You're trapped in yellow pigment.
The eyes behind the color stare.
The bars leave you trapped.
Entangled in the shapes that clutter this wall.
Leaving smudges and marks from attempted escape.
Will you be released from this yellow hell?
Patterns expanding.
Bars widening.
Releasing you and emotions beyond the yellow paper.
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Wow! This poem blew me away!
I especially like these lines:
You gaze for hours into whats seems, a new dimension.
Emotions trapped beyond the patterns.
It seems as if its you.
Here, the narrator of your poem really seems to capture the thoughts/emotions of the narrator in "Yellow Wallpaper."
I also think it's interesting how hte narrator in your poem escapes, a much different ending than the one in the story.
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